A Whiskey and a smoke

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“Hey Jay, long time no see. You want the usual?”“Hey Seamus, good to see you again. How about we do an eighteen year old this time.”The lady at the next table looked over at me with a questioning look as Seamus walked back to the bar to get my whiskey.Grabbing a table on the railing of the upper patio deck, I was rewarded of one of my favorite views. The snow-capped mountains swathed in fluffy white clouds and a blue sky. I can sit for hours and just relax, enjoy, and sip my drink as the day passes away without a care in the world.And, I had that opportunity to just sit and relax for bit on this late Thursday afternoon. I dropped my wife off at the airport this morning, and completed my work downtown early. As I was passing by my favorite pub, I decided to stop in and visit the lads, have a fine dram of whiskey, and continue with my writing.As I opened my computer, Seamus placed my drink on the table. “Come back in about fifteen minutes with another drink will you Seamus. I have a feeling that this one will go down faster than I expect.”“Sure thing Jay, dinner special tonight is nothing special. Just the usual fare, if you want a bite to eat before heading home,” Seamus quipped as he laid the dinner menu on my table.My fingers were typing away and the story was coming together as Seamus brought me another drink. My mind was as creative as ever and I was on a roll. But, for some reason, I hit a stumbling block after my third drink. Typically, as the drinks flowed, so did the story. To take my mind off of things, I lit a smoke and stared out at the mountains to clear my head.After a few drags, the juices began to flow and I started typing again. I heard a faint cough, but kept going with my thoughts. But, then the cough became a bit louder. Looking over at the lady at the next table, I became aware that the smoke from my cigarette was drifting directly onto her.She spoke up and said, “You do know that stuff will kill you.”“Yeah, I know, it is a bad habit. If the smoking won’t get me, then something else will,” as I took a sip of whiskey.“That’s a bad excuse,” she responded.I had heard it all before and really wasn’t in the mood for a lecture so I just continued my writing. But, once again, I hit a road block. Looking around the patio, I noticed that the lady at the next table was the only one on the deck with me. She kept spinning her wedding ring around on her finger and she continually looked at her phone. She was waiting for someone, and they were behind schedule.I lit another smoke and took a long pull on my whiskey, almost draining it as I looked out at the mountains again. The sun was beginning to set by this time, and the sky was beginning to glow a dark red. Into my vision came the lady from the table next to me. She stood in front of me on the railing taking in the same sights as me.I had to admit, I was blessed with seeing two nice sights; the mountains and the wonderful curves of the lady. She reminded me a lot of one of my ex-girlfriends; long curly blonde hair, short, busty, and curves in all the right places. Anadolu Yakası Escort I sat there awhile and enjoyed the view until Seamus came up to see how I was doing. I ordered another whiskey and told Seamus to wait a minute.Raising my voice, I called out to the lady, still at the railing, “You need another glass of wine?”She turned her head to me and drank the rest of her glass, “I really shouldn’t right now.”I raised my voice a bit louder, “Seamus, another whiskey, and a wine for the sexy lady on the rail.”The lady turned and gave me a wave and said, “Really, no need to get me another. I will be fine.”Seamus had already left by the time she gave me her rebuke. I nodded and kept watching her spin her ring and check her phone every few minutes until Seamus returned with the drinks. I cleared my throat several times and waited for her to turn around. She never took the bait.Finally I called over to her, “Hey sexy, your drink is here.”She turned around as I raised a full wine glass to her.“You are quite stubborn aren’t you?” She said turning around completely and smiling at me. By this time, I was in one of my cocky moods and answered, “Just come over here and get your drink.”“Demanding too,” as she approached.“Glad to meet you too, my name is Jay by the way.”“Megan,” was all she said as she held out her hand expecting me to shake it.Instead, I took it as if she were royalty and kissed the top of her hand. She began to blush a bit as I released it.I handed her the glass of wine. “Have a seat, join me for a drink. Looks like you could use some company.”“Thanks for the drink, you didn’t have to do that,” she said as I pulled out a chair for her to sit down.“I can’t leave a damsel in distress without a drink,” raising my glass to her.“What makes you think I am a damsel in distress?” She said clinking my glass.“If you spin your wedding ring around your finger any more, you are going to rub the gold right off it. And, looking at your phone every two minutes isn’t going to make your date get here any sooner.”“What makes you think I am waiting for a date?” Megan responded with her head cocked to one side.“The signs are quite evident. You are a nervous wreck. Three glasses of wine in an hour tends to give it away too,” I said pointing to the empties on her table.Megan looked away and stared at the mountains for a moment.“Where are you from? Let me guess…Oklahoma or Texas?” I asked changing the subject.“What makes you think I am not from here?” Megan replied in a terse tone.“Damn girl, why are you so cranky?”“I am not cranky, just pissed,” Megan said as she drained half of her glass of wine.“How late is he? Maybe I will take his place tonight.” I said in a cocky tone.“If you must know, I am from Nebraska.”“Well Megan from Nebraska, welcome to our beautiful city.”“Why are you typing so much? It’s the end of the work day,” Megan said to change the subject.“Oh this stuff. It is just a business proposal. I wanted to get it done before tomorrow morning so I could leave work early and take a Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan long weekend.”“By the sounds of your typing, it almost seems like it is a book,” Megan said peering at my computer screen.I grinned as Megan completed the sentence. “It just may turn out to be a book by the time I am done.”“Better have a good editor for that book,” Megan said as she took a sip of her wine.“Can you do me a favor Megan?” I asked sliding my chair back.“Depends on what it is,” she retorted.“I need to hit the facilities, can you watch my stuff?” as I rose from the table.“What makes you think I won’t just walk off with your stuff?”Pointing at the door and the corners of the bar I said, “Because those cameras will catch you red handed and I would hate for Seamus to chase you down the street.”Megan shooed me away with her hand as she took a drink of her wine and leaned back in her chair. I couldn’t help but notice her full breasts as they strained against her thin white silk blouse.As I returned back to the table, I noticed Megan sitting in my seat and staring at my opened computer. Watching from afar, I noticed her making corrections and scrolling through my writing. I lit another smoke and eyed her closely as she kept scrolling through my story. I swung around to the railing and turned towards her. I watched her closely for another five minutes. She didn’t even notice me staring at her.“I see you enjoy my proposal,” I said.Megan jumped a bit. “What makes you think I like it?”“Because your eyes are glued to my computer screen, your face is flushed, your nipples are poking through your blouse, and you have been drinking your wine like it is water.”“Oh,” Megan said looking at her empty glass.“Shall I get you another glass so you can finish?”She looked at the door and at the other tables.“He isn’t here yet. Looks like he stood you up. But, I won’t tell your husband,” I said after she looked around.With a look of defeat she said, “Fine, I’ll have another drink. And what makes you think I am not waiting for my husband?”“Let’s just say I can tell you have a date. And it isn’t with your husband. I’ll get your drink,” as I strode off to the bar again.A few minutes passed before I arrived with her glass of wine. I was feeling really good and really didn’t have a care in the world. The whiskey was working its magic.“So, what do you think? You enjoying the story?” I asked setting another glass of wine on the table.“Actually, it is pretty good. Needs a few changes and edits. Well written, flows, and, does a nice job,” Megan said taking a sip of her wine and shifting around in her seat. The skirt she had on had rode up past her bottom as she crossed and uncrossed her legs.“What job are you talking about?” Prodding her on.“It does its job, ok,” Megan said in an excited tone.“Why don’t you admit it? The story really turned you on. It got your panties all wet. You wished you were the woman in the story,” I said in a cocky tone.“You really think I want to be that woman? You are absolutely out Escort Anadolu Yakası of your mind,” Megan replied in a sarcastic way, her hand shaking a bit. But, her lustful eyes and body language said otherwise.I noticed a tall, lanky, unassuming man come through the door.“I think your date just arrived. Better compose yourself, otherwise he may think you are all hot and bothered for him.”Megan looked towards the door as I sat back down at the table. The man was coming closer to us. She closed the laptop so he couldn’t see what was on the screen.In a business-like manner I said to Megan, “I really appreciate you helping me with the proposal. If you think of anything else, please call me or send me an email.” I handed Megan my business card as the man stood next to her.“Thanks Jay, I hope the insight helps. I will be sure to give you ring if anything else gets my juices flowing,” Megan said as she shook my hand and winked at me.Megan played it beautifully as the man said, “Hi. Are you Tina?”“Hi. You must be Bob. Yes, I am Tina.”I choked on my drink as the exchange was made. Was she Tina or Megan? Who knows, I probably won’t see or hear from her again anyways. It was good banter and fun to see her squirm as she read my story.They went over to the next table as I settled back into my seat and began writing again. The casual dull conversation I overheard from their table made me chuckle inside. Bob seemed like a nice guy, but he was as dry as a desert when it came to conversation. ‘Tina’ did her best to guide him along but it just wasn’t happening. But, they did finally leave and I heard her talking about dinner and the rest of the night.They both waved at me as they left and I gave the cordial wave back. “Have a great evening. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do kids,” I said loudly as they passed by.####My watch said 9.30 p.m. when I opened the garage door. The dogs were barking and I realized that I had left them way too long. I was looking for a mess inside the house as I opened the side door. To my surprise, everything was in order and the pups just jumped all over me and ran around the house looking for their mom. “Sorry boys, mom is gone for a while. It is just you and me. The boys are going to be bachelors for a week.”I let them out back and did the usual ball playing and rubbing their bellies. Itching to walk off some of my dinner, I leashed them up and bounded out the door with them for a long trot. The cool night and rapid walking was clearing my head of the whiskey. But, my mind was still concentrating on the next few sections of my story.As I was walking into the house, my phone buzzed. A text from my wife. “Hi honey, made it to the folks ok, tired, will call you tomorrow before your concert. Night – love you.”I replied, “Love you too baby. Give everyone my love. Night.”I put the phone down and headed to my office to do a bit more writing. No time like the present to get all of my thoughts down.My thoughts were interrupted by two chimes from my phone. I paused and thought about seeing who had texted me. I typed on for about twenty more minutes. Then two more chimes about three minutes apart. My mind thought, what does my wife want now, she should be in bed.Picking up my phone, I had four texts from an unfamiliar number. Curious as to see what spam could be reaching my phone now, I opened the texts.“Where did you go?”“Did you finish your proposal yet?”

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