just your average quiet thursday

another crazy thursday night out for me and nikki. we went to dinner first and had a long island with an excellent chicken caesar wrap. after agreeing that neither one of us was interested in seeing a movie, we decided to do what we do best together. get drunk.

"i think the only way we can stand to be around one another is if alcohol is involved." i joked.
"oh i hate you without beer" she laughed.

so we went to our favorite pub. we ordered our beers and then nikki went to the restroom. the girl has the world's smallest bladder. every other sip she was in the restroom making room for more beer.

"here's nikki's card." the extremely hott bartender said giving me her credit card.
"here's your card." i said to her as she came back. "besides it being on your card, how did the bartender know who you were?" i asked.
"oh he's been here the last three times i've been here. isn't he cute?"
noted.

the music was loud, but not as bad as the last time we were there. at least we were spared the meatloaf and warrant that we were tortured with before. so we waited for a break in the music for me to make my move. we moved away from the bar and found a table for a change of scenery.

"i think if we have to walk for the beer, we'll drink less this time. and that's really our best bet, less beer." i said.
"i agree. please don't let me do any shots tonight." nikki said.

so the music stopped and i asked the waitress for change for a twenty.

"change?" she asked.
"um, yes?" i said. wtf?
"um, okay. oh wait, what kind of change do you want?" she asked.
"a ten and two fives please." i shrugged at nikki.

so i moved to the juke box to guard my spot while the waitress figured out how to break a twenty. cut to six hours later and i finally had my change. i popped in five bucks for my normal thirteen songs. no sooner did i pick one out then this sketchy character was all up in my junk.

"you playin songs?" he asked.
"ah, yeah." i said without turning to look at him.
"you put money in it?" he asked again.
"yes." i said, annoyed.
"pick something good." he instructed.
"what the hell?" (me to nikki)

so i played a little ryan adams, coldplay, better than ezra, dido, sugar ray, tonic, beck, third eye blind, garbage and a little janet.

"well at least you played some janet." he said grinding on me again.
"freak" (me to nikki)
"you passed up jimmi, you gotta play jimmi." he said.
"why don't you play jimmi?" nikki said.
"oh i will." he said stroking nikki's hair.
"pick faster! pick faster!" she said.

so we picked number thirteen and headed back to our table. the sketchy dude played "crazy in love" and used half his selections to play that song before ours finished out.

"what the hell was that about?" i asked her.
"no idea, but he couldn't stop rubbing up against me!" she said.
"he was molesting me too." i told her.

so we sat and laughed and talked and drank a few. the waitress came back to see if we needed refills.

"yeah, can i get a labatt?" i asked.
"you want a bat?!" she questioned, eyes bugging out of her head.
"la - batt, la- batt. i want a labatt." i said.
"oh." she said relieved.
"why do all the freaks find us?" i asked nikki.
"no clue." she said.

so we both had another beer.

"you know what? i really want a shot." nikki said.
"oh lord." i smiled.
"do a shot with me!" she said.
"um i have to drive your drunk ass home, and this time i'd like to do it without involving the police. so no." i told her.

so i went up to the bar and got us both a beer, and a shot for little nikki. we talked some more and enjoyed the rest of our songs while picking out cute guys for me and scary old guys for nikki. then nikki told me that i needed to get drunk so we could go dancing.

"i'm buzzed-ish, that's good enough. i'll dance." i explained.
"you will?" she asked.
"well you have to work in about nine hours, what time did you want to head home?" i asked.
"i just need six hours of sleep, so we're good." she said.
"okay, it's your call." i smiled.

so we finished our beer and nikki told me for the hundredth time how horny she was. and i kept telling her there wasn't much i could do about that. then the other waitress came over to bring our bills.

"hi." i said.
"hello." she smiled.
"this is my friend nikki. you see that cute bartender over there?" i said.
"yeah?" she smiled.
"well nikki thinks that he's hot, with two ts, and she wants his number. does he have a girlfriend?" i asked.
"let me go see what i can do." she said, walking off.
"you suck." nikki said.
i look at her with a whatever look.
"but thank you! thank you!" she laughed.

the waitress came back with a number and a name. and nikki turned oh so very red. we discussed it. tom, the cutie, almost fell twice while serving drinks because he was craning his neck to keep an eye on nikki. we laughed at him. nikki decided that she would look like a slut if she called him. so she said that she wasn't going to do anything about it.

"um hi again." i said to the waitress.
"hi." she laughed.
"um, yeah, nikki would feel more comfortable if tom would call her. she thinks that calling him would be awkward, so could you give him her number." i asked.
"sure." she said.

before i can write her number down nikki shoved a piece of paper in the waitress' hand and she was off to tom.

"well there you go." i smiled.
"let's go." nikki said, still red.

while we were walking to the dance bar nikki's ex boyfriend who may or may not be gay but who is without question extremely hot called her. she invited him to come out with us.

"eric, come and play with us!" i yelled in the background.

nikki handed me the phone and i talked to him for a bit. sadly my charm wasn't enough to get him to meet up with us. he promised he'd come out with us next time. i gave nikki the phone back and they talked as we walk.

"eric, come have a three way with us, nikki's horny!" i yelled.

she hung up and told me that now he was thinking about meeting us after the mention of the three way. nice.

so we made it to the dance bar and nikki bought us both a beer. we did our normal routine of me sending nikki (the cute girl) to the dj (the helpless boy) with a list of songs that i wanted to hear, guaranteeing that we will hear them. after about ten or so minutes we still hadn't heard any.

"he said he'd play them next." nikki shrugged.
"this music sucks." i said.
"i'll go ask him agaian." she said.

she came back and he said our songs were next. twenty minutes later, still no songs.

"let me go ask." i shrugged.

i went up to the dj and he smiled at me. i asked for a little janet, jc, JT, kelis and some xtina.
"sure, i'll see what i can do." he said with a smile.
"thanks." i told him.

all our songs played immediately.
"damn, my milkshake brings all our songs to the bar." i laughed.

so we danced in our state of bliss. me buzzed, nikki trashed. we climbed up on this ledge in front of a window and danced above everyone else. i decided that i'd try my luck with the dj once more.

"hi." he said.
"hey. do you have any jamelia?" i asked.
"nope, never heard of her. what's she like?" he asked.
"it's kind of like milkshake, but more sweet." i explained.
"hmm, when did it come out?" he asked.
"like two weeks ago." i told him.
"nope, don't have it yet. but i should be getting some new stuff in a couple days. if you come here next week i should have it." he told me.
"cool." i said.
"if you're here next week i'll play it for you." he said.
"excellent." i said walking back to nikki.

wait, did i just get hit on? :::shrugs:::

it got later and later and closer to the time that nikki had to be at work. she was wasted. she could barely stand up. good thing she weighs like ninety pounds or that might have been a problem for me. we called it a night and walked to the car. my buzz was pretty much gone at that point. nikki again felt the need to tell me how horny she was. she kept falling over on me in the car. she tried to prop herself back up, but she kept falling back down. she tried to push herself up with her hand on my thigh. then she just gave up and fell back down. considering that she's a girl, a cute girl, but sadly still just a girl my attention was on finding the right song to drive to and not on her hand on my thigh.

"you don't mind that i have my hand on your leg do you?" she asked.
"nope." i said.
"you don't mind if i rub your thigh do you?" she asked a few seconds later.
"nope." i said laughing.
"can i lay down on your lap while you drive us home?" she asked.
"sure." i said, putting my arm around her.

and once again, that's just the way my luck goes. at the end of the night someone's trying to get into my pants and they have everything i could ever want. well everything but that one important thing, a peepee.