Around one in the morning, I was taking a breather at the bar, drinking a Pepsi and talking to Val, when a patron came up to me. “Hey, you. Buy a guy a drink?”
That was a first.
I looked at Val for help, but he only smirked. “Uh, sure. What’ll you have?”
“Scotch on the rocks.” Val made the drink and handed it over. “Thanks.”
The stranger took a sip, then said, “What’s a guy gotta do to get your attention, man? I’ve been trying to catch your eye for hours, but no dice.”
All I could say was, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were interested.”
He placed a hand on my arm and leaned in. “You better believe it, honey.” The man proceeded to run his hand up to my shoulder, smiling as he did so. “You are one hunk of a man, you know that?”
I shook my head, not really sure what to do.
“Are you wi
