243 For a Good Time

Single again, I wanted to socialize. I looked up an acquaintance and arranged a meetup at his favorite bar. It turns out he and friends met up every weekend.

I was ready for some stag drinking and male bonding.

Wayne, divorced with children, wasn't anxious to introduce new women into his domestic scene and custody arrangements. Pete, I learned, seldom went any period of time without a steady, but he was enjoying a respite. Mike just seemd so unattractive I had to imagine women were few and far between.

"This here's Dylan," Mike introduced me. "We're back to four chairs."

"Here, here," chimed in Pete.

"You lost a driniing buddy?" I asked.

"Donny," Wayne said.

"Poor Donny," said Pete. "You won't be seeing him no more." His tone was just-don't-ask cautionary.

"To Donny!" Mike toasted. We all drank.

After three pitchers I was in the restroom to recycle my beer. Looking up, I read , "For a good time, call Roxanne."

"I wonder if anyone ever calls these 'for a good time' girls on the bathroom walls," I said, lifting my beer which one of them had topped off.

"You mean Roxanne?" Wayne asked.

"Yea, yea—Roxanne! That's the name."

They all laughed. "Ah, Roxanne," cooed Pete.

"You know her?"

"We all know her," Wayne said.

"Not me," I complained.

"Your loss," said Wayne.

"You mean to say you had a, um, good time with this Roxanne?"

"Define 'good time,'" said Pete. They all laughed.

Mike picked up his mobile phone, saying, "Hey, Siri, call Roxanne."

"Speed dial. Brilliant," Wayne cheered.

"Hi, Roxanne. Mike. Yea. Listen, have you met my friend Dylan? OK, great. Yeah, you know where."

"What are you getting me into here?" I asked Mike. He winked at the others.

I sat, drinking quietly until we finished the next pitcher; that's when a statuesque "Bond" girl came to our table.

"Pitcher's empty," she complained. Mike rose for another.

"You Dylan?" she asked me. I nodded. "Let's go," she said, holding out her hand. I had never seen a stunner like her. I was lonely, horny, and not believing my luck. We left together.

"You won't be seeing him no more," Pete said. "To Dylan!"

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AUTHOR'S NOTES:

For Friday, August 30, Day 243 of the 2024 Story-a-Day Challenge

366 WORDS (without A/N)

Accompaniment photos were AI-generated but the beers were not.

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