Chapter 12

“I think I need a drink,” Tom said as he stood up.

“Wait! I gotta get the girls’ drinks,” I said. “We need to talk.”

The bartender looked at me. “Fuck me hard,” I said.

He didn’t bat an eye. “I sure hope that’s a drink order for a lady, kid. Otherwise, you’re flagged, tossed, and barred for ninety days. I’m not kidding. My bouncer is bored. So, what’ll it be?” Then he smiled.

“Two times,” I replied. “One for the blond, and one for the redhead. I’ll take a plain cola.”

Tom said, “I got this round. But Dan gets a double shot of whiskey. So do I.”

“All right,” the bartender said. He leaned over the bar between us. “You damn kids are so lucky! Don’t screw this night up. Every guy in here, and some of the girls, just fuckin’ died when those two got up to go to the john. If you don’t take them home and show them a VERY good time, everyone in here is going to think you’re nuts! And believe me, we’ll know. Maybe not tomorrow, but it won’t take long.”

“I really don’t want the whiskey. Just the cola,” I said to the bartender.

“Always thought you were the brains of the outfit, Dan,” the bartender said. “Tom, you sure you want the whiskey? I think a soda or water might be the wise man’s choice.”

“C’mon, we’re regulars, aren’t we? Do we give you trouble? Do we tip okay?”

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Tom!” the bartender said. “When I was your age, my brother and I had a few ‘miracle’ nights, like you could be having. A couple of times we picked up some cute girls in some bar. But there were two differences between our situation and yours.”

“What do you mean?” Tom asked.

“Your girls are way hotter than any my brother and I ever got. The other difference is, we were smart. You’re being dumb.”

Tom laughed. “I’m fine. Thanks for your concern. I really would like that whiskey now.”

“Okay, buddy,” the bartender said with a smile. When he turned to get our drinks, he shook his head. “Dumb kid,” he said.

The girls were back at the table when we returned with the drinks. I decided Tom had been right. We had died and gone to heaven. It was obvious to anyone within twenty feet that neither of them were wearing bras. Four very erect nipples were straining at the girl’s shirts. Janine’s looked bigger around than Michelle’s, but Michelle’s stuck out more. They were perfect.

“Hey guys,” Michelle said. “Oh good, our drinks. Thanks!”

Janine positioned herself so that her entire hip and thigh were crushed against mine. “What are you drinking?” she said to me.

“Cola,” I said. Then in my best Clint Eastwood voice, I said, “A good man always has to know his limitations.”

“See if I write your next paper for you,” Tom said, sipping his whiskey.

I know Tom well enough to know when he wants an argument to end, so I smirked at him and shook my head. Then we both smiled.