Fancy a drink?

Getting a drink

  I took my girlfriend of age 19 with me to Washington DC and we decided to do a little roleplaying. The following is a reinactment of said roleplay enjoy:
There's this one girl who I just can't keep off my mind. I've been with many women and experienced my forms of love, but the best one's I've taken by force.

  I've been bar hoping as I crossed country; flirting, taking, and running off at the drop of a hat with any women that caught my fancy as I traveled across the U.S. I visit the larger bars because they see the most traffic and are less likely to know their customers on a personal level.

  I try to blend in, show up every 3-4 days enough to get forgotten about quickly and I always keep to myself, except for that night. . .

  I was wetting my palet with a whole bottle of Black Barrel when on a Saturday night she came in all by lonesome self. She wore a pair of black heels, stretched out stockings, a grey business skirt, white button down, she carried a black jacket folded onto her left forearm and wore a sleak pair of black glasses. I kept checking her out as she came in and sat down a couple of chairs over at the cocktail table, her eyes looked sunked in though it was mostly covered in heavy makeup, her lips wore a devil red, her lashes looked naturally long and were curved, cute button nose, hazel eyes, sleek black hair tied up in a ponytail.

  She looked so out of place in this bar that she had the whole room looking at her though they tried bot to make it obvious. She had placed her jacket onto her lap and had crossed her long legs over the barstool. "Give me a Manhattan." She ordered from the cute bartender, her voiced helped cool my heated lust ever so slightly from how beautiful it sounded despite how noisy the bar was that night. As the bartender passed me by I stopped her and handed over a $20 bill. "For the lady's drink, you can tell her or not that I paid for it." I kept pouring out my whisky into a glass and sipping on it then I asked for Ice from the bartender to place into my cup which she complied by quickly grabbing a precut giant cube that fit right inside the glass they gave me and I continued drinking.

  Eventually she got her order and pulled a wallet out of her jacket to pay the bartender but was stopped as she heard the explanation that her drink was already paid for by a gentleman a couole of seats down making a point to look directly at me. The businesswoman turned her gaze onto me then back at the drink and again on me before smiling brightly and mouthing off a "Thank you" I mouthed back, "Enjoy" as I raised my cup towards her and gave her a little wink. She then began to sip on her cocktail and I continued with my drink.

  After a couple of drinks in I see that she was only halfway done with her's and was playing around with the rim looking distant. I gathered my courage and went to the seat that was open next to her with my drink and sat down, "Hello sweetheart, I've been curious to ask this ever since you came in but what are you doing dressed for work even on the weekend?" She stopped rimming the glass to look at me and said, "The boss wanted me to cover for him last minute and told me I had to come in on my day off or that I would be fired come Monday. Because he kept pulling this off so many times my friend group kept dwindling down to one and I haven't been on a single date over the past 2 years." She then took a long big swig of her drink and then swirled the remainder of her drink around in her cup. I was a nomad, hoping from state to state, I couldn't sympathize with her so I decided to bore her with some of the stories from my travels. Eventually she got up to use the restroom and excused herself leaving her jacket in my care.

  Her glass a little to close to the edge of the table so I decided to move it for her picking it up by the rim dropping a roofy in the remainder of the drink as I picked it up and placed it closer to the center of the table. I was going to act like a gentleman and drive her home when she'd passed out and then I waited for her return. She came back a few moments later and picked up her jacket in a hurry and told me she had to go. "You're leaving?" she quickly explained herself, "Got another call from the boss and he's pissed I left at all, He's said I'm fired if I don'tcome back in ten minutes." And she started to quickly head towards the door. Thinking on my feet I quickly chugged the remainder of her drink and kept it in my mouth while I chased her down.