“Yeah, came with the ride. Who knew?”
“Well actually I used the service my company uses, and I called from the office, so they probably thought it was corporate.”
“Well, it’s not Crystal, but it’s not bad,” he said as we clicked our flutes together.
The first place he took me wasn’t a bar per se, but more like a club. It was very dark inside, all dark mirrors and matte finish metal, and with all sorts of neon blue lights shinning from the bar.
“Hey Jack,” the bartender yelled to my son as he saw us at the bar.
“Hey Danny. How’s things.” They both shook hands and then Danny gave me the eye. I was a little startled that this young man would even look my way.
“Danny, this is Susan,” Jack said using my first name, which also took me off guard. This was going to be an interesting night, I thought.
“Hi Susan,” he said and reached out to shake my hand.
“Hi Danny. Nice to meet you.”
“Susan? I asked my son after Danny had gotten us our drinks.
“Yeah, let him think I’m out with a hot chick.”
“And what if he asks where I am the next time you’re in here?”
“I’ll just tell him you dumped me.”
I just smiled and shook my head.
“You want me to tell him you’re my mom?” Jack asked facetiously.
“No. That’s okay.” I demurred.
“Good. If I told him the truth, he’d probably spend the whole night hitting on you.”
“You think that I’m a hot chick?”
A look of amusement came over his face and then a smile. “In that outfit you are.”
It was a magical night, and it was a weird night too. After a few drinks Jack opened up, and I found out so much about him. What was weird was that he opened up to me at all. This was a boy who didn’t tell me that he was dating a girl until months after they had broken up.
I also found out how much my son could drink. He certainly could put it away. It didn’t seem to effect him at all. On my part, I felt more than comfortable after only two drinks.
Then it was on to another of his hangouts, and of course the bartenders, plus most of the girls in the place, all knew Jack. I wasn’t so sure whether it was a good idea that he was pretending that we were on a date, since all the girls were giving me dirty looks.
It was at this bar that things took an unusual turn. We both were getting a little drunk, and he was getting a little handsy.
Nothing too weird at first, just holding hands or putting his arm around me, but then after we’d been at that bar awhile, he pulled me into his lap, and I wasn’t just sitting on him, but straddling him.
“Having fun,” he yelled over the music.
I didn’t say anything, I just gave him a warm smile and nodded my head. But I really was having a good time, and it was strangely stimulating to be in his lap. I felt like a young girl in his arms.
I straightened his hair as he looked up at me with these big blue eyes, his hands securely on my hips.
“None of the girls here like me.”
“That’s because you’re sitting in my lap. They’re jealous.”
“Aren’t you playing with fire?”
“Most definitely, but not with them.”
I just canted my head and gave him a puzzled look. Wherein he just laughed and gave me a kiss.