Stories at Happy Hour. A.M. Hoot
Sadie’s boring sex life. Sadie is annoyed by it, but she will never leave him. He’s a decent father and she says at least he is not abusive; the bills get paid and they get along like roommates. She knew it could be a lot worse. Sadie is usually up for anything and always looked forward to the happy hours when she could attend. She liked hearing about what Alex was up to and like Keira, lived vicariously through her.
Jessica
Jess is a single, 27-year-old, who is about 6’1. Alex calls her amazon woman, mostly because Alex is about 5’1, with heels on. Alex and Jess constantly say they would gladly live a day in the other’s shoes just to know what it feels like to be so opposite. Jessica is this vivacious, gorgeous, tall woman, with the most voluptuous body that would put the Kardashian’s to shame. She has shoulder-length blonde hair, sometimes it's a dark brunette, but today, she is a blonde.
She moved to town two years ago, from a small country town in Iowa. She wanted a fresh start. She loved her family, her parents were great, but the opportunity for work in the area was scarce and she was ready for something new. Jess has never had a boyfriend. She is secretly hoping to find the guy of her dreams. She liked country boys, but she also had a fascination with being a doctor’s wife. She wanted to have a family someday, the typical dream of a dreamy husband, having two kids, a boy and a girl, a big house with a white picket fence, and a dog, all of it.
Jess landed a surgical technician job at the same hospital Sadie and Alex worked at. Eventually, the girls met and became close friends. Alex felt a little bad for Jess, she was new to town, didn’t have any family or friends around. Alex was happy to take her under her wing, show her around and keep her included whenever there was anything exciting going on.
Chapter 3
Keira still trying to get the scoop out of the girls gets distracted by Alex walking in the door. Alex was wearing a tight-fitting black top that showed off her girls a bit, layered by a caramel-colored leather jacket. She had fitted jeans and super cute bootie boots that made her look taller than she really is. For a petite thing, she really did have a nice figure, but she worked hard at it. She worked out so she could eat and drink what she wants when she wants. Alex walked in with confidence and looked directly at the bartenders; Jeff and Josh to say hello, and then turned her attention directly to Keira. Alex loves her bartenders; she loves bartenders period. Alex always said nothing was better than getting greeted by a tall, delicious old or young man, offering to service you at the bar. She said it’s the best kind of relationship. They are expecting to make your drinks and you are expecting to pay. It was a WIN, WIN! There should be no surprises, and having a nice man deliver those services, is a bonus. Lady bartenders are fine, but of course, Alex would rather flirt with a guy. You know the saying don’t eat or shit in your pool, or sandbox, whichever one prefers to play in; Alex had the same rule, no dating the bartenders anywhere she likes to frequent because if the relationship goes sour, she cannot go back to that bar or at least not for a while. Even though Josh and Jeff are tasty-looking there is no way she is going to jeopardize the comfort zone of Oscar’s. It is no secret that Jeff and Josh fantasize about being in one of Alex’s sex stories, but it will never happen.
Alex has been waiting all week to see Keira. Even though all four ladies do happy hour once a month, sometimes Keira and Alex get together just the two of them. Alex can’t wait to be with Keira and fill her in on everything she is doing, or who she is doing. Even though there is a huge age gap; Alex and Keira have a lot in common, they have both been devastatingly hurt by a man and refuse to ever feel that sort of pain ever again.
Alex
Alex, short for Alexandra is 33-years-old. She is a petite blonde. Her hair flows to the middle of her back; she’s pretty with defined features. She has amazing blueberry eyes that pop. Alex says they are “brilliant” whenever she gets compliments on them, and laughs and says, “That’s what it says on the box anyway.” Naturally, her eyes are brown, Bambi brown; don’t shoot me, Bambi brown eyes, to be exact. No one knows why she covers them up with blue-colored contacts but regardless, the brilliant blues are mesmerizing on her.
Chapter 4
Alex was married to Darius McMasters, a motocross racer that stole her heart the day she laid eyes on him. She met him at a Halloween party that Alex’s brother dragged her out to. Alex was cute and fun. Her brother couldn’t understand why the heck she was still single. Alex was in her late 20’s at the time and just never met the guy that tripped her trigger.
Alex told her brother, Brax, short for Braxton, that she would go to the Halloween party but only for an hour. The Halloween party was way out in the sticks somewhere in a small dinky town. There were about 50 people in a shed all dressed up and drinking. Alex was dressed up as a pregnant nun, while Brax and his wife went as vampires. Yes, Brax was married so no wonder he thought Alex was dragging her feet to find Mr. Right. Brax and his wife Desirae were high school sweethearts, who got married as soon as they could. They couldn’t wait to be together and start a family. Brax and Alex came from a very religious background so if Brax wanted to start a family he needed to put a ring on it.
Brax knew a lot of the people at the party, he was so charismatic. People seem to gravitate to him. He knew something about everything and could keep the interest of just about anyone. He had a very high IQ and if he didn’t know what a person was talking about, he would ask just enough questions to get enough information to partake in the conversation, and he would be funny and woo the crowd. He was always a blast to be around. While he was busy being the center of attention, Alex was on the search for a stiff drink. In her head, she kept thinking Man, I want a captain diet. I hope they have captain here. I bet all they have is keg beer. I have a shit ton of captain at home. If I was at home I wouldn’t be in this stupid costume, I would be in fuzzy pj’s, watching a scary movie, and on my 4th captain by now. Alex walked up to the designated bar area. A guy was bent over behind the bar getting solo cups. His head popped up, Alex and his eyes locked. He was wearing Yamaha blue racing gear, dressed up like a motocross racer. He had short dark hair, but the tips were bleached blonde. He was about 5’10, and hot as fuck. She had never laid eyes on such a beautiful man in her whole life. He smiled, and dropped the solo cups he just picked up, and said, “Hey! You want a drink?” All Alex could muster up for a response was, “Yeah, ok.” As she visualized herself wipe the drool from her lips, she was thinking, I’ll take whatever you are willing to give, sweet baby Jesus…..my brother is a genius. The hot man poured her a beer in a red solo cup and handed it over. Their eyes were locked. He had this amazing grin that flashed over his face as if he knew she was awestruck by his beauty. Yes, his beauty. He was Goddamn Beautiful, and she wanted to scream it. He had these crystal blue eyes that sparkled and matched his award-winning smile. He said his name was Darius, but Alex couldn’t catch what he said, maybe she was so dumbfounded by his good looks, but she just looked at him as if to ask him what he said but didn’t say anything. He stepped away from behind the bar area and closer to Alex. He smiled and laughed a genuine laugh and said, “I’m Darius. What’s your name, are you from around here? I know pretty much everyone, but I haven’t seen you around.” Alex snapped out of her dumb gaze and said she was a pregnant nun. Darius laughed and said, “Oh are we staying in character? I’m sorry, I am a motocross racer.” Alex laughed and said, “My name is Alex, short for Alexandra.” She didn’t like the name Alexandra because it was too formal. She knew Alex was kind of a butch name, but she didn’t care, she’s obviously a girl, and if anyone questioned her sexuality or anything that was their problem. Darius repeated her name, and said, “Wow! Alex! I was expecting Mother Teresa or Mary” he laughed, “but I like Alex.” He smiled and looked so intently in her eyes. Darius said in a cute, flirty way, “So you like role-playing do ya?” Alex was just amazed by the specimen in front of her. He was PERFECT. He was tall but not too tall, he was built. Darius works out, Darius definitely works out. Alex could only think one thing…what is underneath that Yamaha gear? And without hesitation, her instinct was to grab his ass. She was so shocked that she actually grabbed his ass. Man, was it firm, good lord was it FIRM! She didn’t know