After a nice meal and a few fruity martini's I was dropped off at another friends place for a garage party. The festivities were in full swing when I arrived. Drink all around, and a game similar to horse shoes, but with lug nuts, being tossed into wooden boxes was taking place. One overly drunk and leering guy, decided to rip off his shirt at one point and it was then that I decided I needed a change of scenery. This charming character decided to piss in the corner of the garage in front of everyone and it was at that point that his friends decided it was time for him to go. After loading him into a cab a group of us took off to a local Irish pub.
The pub was bouncin', the music was good, but after a drink we headed across the river downtown, to check out the crazy crew at a local hole in the wall. At least here I wouldn't have to worry about seeing anyone pissing in the corner.
This club was even more packed the the pub. After getting a drink we hit the dance floor right away. It was myself, someones mom from the garage party and a couple that I am good friends with. We're all grooving on the dance floor, momma has her thang going on, J and K are burning up the floor and all around us people are bumpin and grinding. I notice one person that is constantly griding up behind me.... or is it my imagination? The floor is packed, I'm getting bumped from all sides, but this guy seems to dancing to my beat. He isn't accidentally bumping into me. I think of Master at home and wonder, if he was here right now, how would he want me to handle this? He isn't one for a scene, and if he was here I would go to him right away, but he isn't so I flash my left hand to show off that I am a taken woman. This does not seem to deter the dancin' King. The attention is wonderful, but I will not disrespect my husband, so I pull my friends closer and shift myself away from him and continue to dance. This seems to give him the needed hint, then last call is over, the lights go on and he offers me a ride home. I give him a warm smile and say, "I'm flattered, but my friend's will be driving me home to my Master" "Master?" he asks, I smile and say" I mean my husband. I turn my back and walk away, excited to go home to the place my amazing man is sleeping.
