“I think maybe we should go” I tried to deescalate things before Pete started throwing fists. Tracy’s voice in my ear echoing similar sentiments as we saw the bouncers heading over.
“You’re right” Pete spat “these kids have soured my mood. Are you ok?” he asked Amy without turning away from the pair of youths
“Let’s just go” Amy responded, clearly close to tears. We made our way to the relative cool and quiet outside, with Tracy shielding Amy from the crowd as we left.
“Those dickheads undid her dress at the bar,” Pete explained. “What kind of a dickhead does that to a person?”
“Are you OK?” I asked Amy. She nodded, having managed to realign her dress and get everything back into place.
“Damn it.” She said, anger fighting back tears. “I was really looking forward to a night out, but I’m not sure I can deal with people right now.”
A sudden boldness seized me “I have a pretty well-stocked bar at my place, and there’s no one else home, you’re welcome to come for a drink if you’d like.” Amy looked a little taken aback at the request, but after a quick whispered conversation with Tracy both girls nodded.
“Should we call a cab?” Amy asked.
“I’ve got my car here, although it might be a squeeze.” Pete replied, leading us to his mustang and its tiny back seat.
Amy laughed and pointed at her heels. “There’s no way in hell I can climb in to the back seat in these”
“I’m happy to sit in the back” I offered, folding myself into the tight space before there were any objections.
“Me too,” Tracy offered.
As she clambered into the tight space with me, I got an incredible view of the curves her emerald green dress barely covered, and I could feel the strength in her hands as she grabbed on to me for leverage, eventually making it into a seated position pressed up against me as Amy and Pete more elegantly climbed in to the comfortable and spacious front seats. I could feel Amy pressing into me as we accelerated out of the parking lot, her body against mine a lot more than seemed absolutely necessary as her hand found mine. I was startled when she grabbed it and put it firmly on to her bare knee, sending me a smile before leaning in and whispering “Now. I really know what it means when a man not wearing his ring invites someone over for drinks, and I promise I still won’t tell.”
***
It wasn’t long before I found myself opening my front door and leading Pete, Amy and Tracy into my freshly cleaned house. I mentally thanked myself for deciding to do that early and not just firing up some video game or other.
“What’ll it be?” I asked, leading them into my spacious living room and stepping behind the bar.
“This,” Amy said loudly, dropping to the couch and leaning down to unstrap her shoes. “That’s so much better.” she purred, wiggling her toes and sinking them into the thick rug. “I’m sorry about the bar, thanks for looking out for me, and thanks for letting us continue our night. Do you have any whiskey?”
“Whiskey for me too,” said Tracy, joining her friend on the couch and leaning back, stretching languidly as she adopted a relaxed pose.