Chapter 167

We finished the first work week on the pub and I could see progress even though The Brit was getting impatient. The floors were finished on both levels. We had worked around the floor guys so there were things going on everywhere at once. To me there didn't seem to be a plan, but I had to admit things were coming together. Everyone dropped what they were doing and went to work painting the upstairs. We had to finish it before the flooring men worked up there. We did that and the upstairs loft looked really nice.

Tomas and Brit had the kitchen framed in while the flooring men moved upstairs. It was pretty much ready for fixtures by the end of the first week. I didn't see how he got so much done, until I realized that the changes were all cosmetic. The Brit wanted the building to look old.

On day five the Brit was ready to start on the bar itself. "Have you ever built a bar before," I asked Tomas.

"He doesn't need to have experience building a bar. I know what I want." The Brit said.

"Do you know what they will approve. Everybody and his brother will be in to inspect this place before they give you a license. You might want to be sure the bar you are building is going to be acceptable, before you waste a lot of time on it." I suggested.

The Brit made the calls on his cell phone while I sat with a cup of bad coffee. When the call was finished he kicked the brick wall. He was lucky that he didn't break a toe.

"So?" I asked.

"What we plan is fine as long as the top is seamless." he said. We will have to lay a granite top on it," he said.

"No you don't. You can put some man made shit on it as long as it is seamless. Check with Home Depot and then build the bar to fit the top," I suggested.

We were arguing about when Mary Ellen came through the front door bold as brass. She walk up to The Brit and congratulated him. The place looks terrific," she said.

The Brit looked at me while he spoke to her. "Thanks it's coming along."

"Sylvia there is a Party at Mountain home in one of the lodges tomorrow night. I am inviting you all to come. Especially you Sylvia," she said. Then added, "No strings attached."

The Brit look at me and I knew he was hoping we would make up. I looked at The Brit who replied, "Sure why not,.

"Why not indeed" I said.

"Sylvia have you forgiven me for helping those two ingrates," She said.

"No, but I'm past the point of killing you all," I said.

"Thats a good thing then, So who is going to drive up there?" Mary Ellen asked.

"I can drive the SUV and we will all have a little room," The Brit suggested. It was agreed that we would meet at the new pub building and drive up in the SUV. I wasn't crazy about the driving arrangements, but I was willing to go along with it. Just as long as I didn't have to pretend everything was alright between me and Mary Ellen.

I had decided it was time to introduce Porter to the world. Porter was and effeminate guy. Twenty eight years old, my own age, and a really fun loving guy, When I got out of the car dressed as Porter no one seemed at all surprised. I wasn't surprised that The Brit got it, but Jeremy and Mary Ellen should have been a little surprised anyway. The fact that they weren't could mean I hadn't fooled them or maybe it didn't mean anything because they had always thought I looked mannish. Either way I was committed, so let the games begin.

We left County Seat at six and arrived on the mountain at 8:30. "Well Mary Ellen I certainly hope you have an invitation. I would hate like hell to be forced to turn around and drive home." I said.

"Not to worry Porter honey, you are the invitation," she said with a smile.

"Oh that sounds rather interesting," I suggested. The Brit and Jeremy followed behind. "So how did you know about this party."

"There is always a party in Mountain home. The question is only what is your perversion of choice. Surely you remember that." Mary Ellen said with a smile.

"Don't get the idea that entertaining my friends gets you off the hook," I said.

"Oh I thought I was also entertaining you Porter," she said with a laugh. No I didn't know how she knew in advance what I had in mind but I did know one thing. She best not be bugging me again. If she did Mary Ellen might be going out of business permanently.

"So how did you know?" I asked.

"I didn't know anything until you got out of your toy car. I can spot a gay boy a mile away. A real one that is. I have to admit I never saw a woman pretend to be a gay man before. I won't ask why, I will just enjoy the show.

"I'll try to make it interesting for you," I said.

"Oh I don't think you will have to try love. I'm sure it will be interesting." she said it about ten seconds before she rang the bell. The door was opened very quickly.

"Why Mary Ellen, I see you brought friends," the older man said.

"Yes Harold, I most certainly did. This delicious young man is Porter. We met last week. The other delicious young man is Jeremy. And last but not least we have an English gentleman named Allen." Mary Ellen informed the older gentleman.