So I get half the fridays in the month off now, and I get to go out when everyone else does, which is great. This friday I decide to check out a local club that has DJs come in once a month for a big night there.
I shouldn't have made it the last stop of the night, with a bit of a buzz, but the music was really good and I had a few more, lol. I see a few of the dancers I work with, buy a couple of them drinks, all is going reasonably well. Then suddenly this little Latina literally falls into me--or so I thought. I was like "Are you OK?" and she replied in some language I couldn't understand, or maybe it was the music and the buzz and she had a heavy accent. I thought I heard the word 'husband', but who knows? Then she was talking urgently to a photographer there for the party but I couldn't tell if she was pissed, drunk, egging him on to do well, or what. Whatever.
Then she 'falls into me' again. I'm like 'OK, this is getting suspicious, I think she's flirting'. Especially the way she is hanging on to recover her balance, and the way she responds when I hold her with my arm to steady her.
Then she does it again. And then once more, talking agitatedly to someone I couldn't see in between times. Every time she hangs on a little longer, and responds more to me supporting her.
So the attention is interesting, if bizarre. She's got a body from hell and is dressed to show it off. But I have no desire to piss off any husband, especially if it's the photographer doing a job for the club, the people from the club come in my club--small town, don't make waves, you know.
So I ask her "Did you say your husband was here?" Language barrier or not, I need to know before this goes any further, even if it's just more of the same. Then she replies in a rapid-fire string of words, none of which I understand.
I give up, I'll catch her if she falls, but I'm not taking it any further until I know the deal.
Then she starts looking at me. I look back. She gave me the most predatory look I have seen from a woman. It looked like she either wanted to fuck my brains out in the nearest available closet, or kill me. Or maybe both.
So I figure, fuck it, I'll buy her a drink, at least she'll stop looking at me like that with her husband running around, and I can focus on the bartender communication. But that means I have another drink as well, which I don't need. Oh well.
So I'm relaxing a bit, she having her shot of vodka, and then a little while later the bartender is tapping me on the arm. I turn around and there's a new snazzy drink glass full, and he goes "That'll be five fifty." I'm like "I don't want that", and I see the girl looking at me and gesturing to pay for it. I almost refused, but then figured fuck it, I have a lot of cash, I'd rather avoid a scene with this whacked out woman anyway, or look like a jerk to the bartender--small town.
So I told the bartender "Sure I'll pay, but no more for her." She got a pissed off look and left for another part of the bar, lol...



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