Dave left the bar and as he approached the jubilant group with a tray of fresh beers, he called out “on the house, boys”, offering them each a fresh pint. As soon as he had handed over the last pint, he turned and whispered in MJ’s ear. She glanced over in my direction with a look of disappointment, her frustration immediately apparent to me in her expression. However, she thanked the guys and made excuses and headed over to our table. Her face was flushed, and her legs were by now, a little unsteady, and although her expression showed a slight disappointment, MJ was too well brought up to be disrespectful or disobey my wishes, or be ungrateful, so obligingly took her place on the sofa at one side of me. The guy who had been “helping” her glowered over at me as though I had deprived him of a major score but quickly turned his attention back to the conversation among the other guys. I noticed that his pants were bulging,
“Did you have fun?”, I asked, already knowing the answer but I kind of wanted to break her pattern of thoughts.
“yeah, was a lot of fun, we won”
“Yes, I saw”
“Can we do this again sometime?” she looked at me pleadingly. I wasn’t too sure about how to respond to that last question, I wanted to say no, but resorted to the parent’s get out of jail card; “Maybe” I replied, “but not when your mum is around, or she will kill me”.
MJ giggled somewhat excessively, obviously the 2 glasses of wine followed by a pint of beer was having an effect on her.
At that point, Dave took me by surprise as he came over to our booth bearing 3 shot glasses filled, filled with a milky-looking cocktail, with a blue flame flickering away on top. “Just a little something to celebrate our little darts champion here”. MJ’s eyes lit up and as Dave passed them around, I mouthed a silent “thank you” to him for distracting those guys and returning my daughter to me intact. MJ was fascinated with the little glass with the blue flame and took several pictures of it with her phone. She was about to post it to Facebook, when I reminded her that her mum might well see it and that would be trouble for both of us.
Dave took a seat on the other side of MJ and holding it by the base to avoid the rapidly heating glass, blew the flame out. MJ immediately copied his action and then I followed suit. Dave toasted MJ “to the new champion” and swiftly downed the drink in one. MJ tried to copy him, coughing and spluttering as the cocktail, as I also found out, it was quite strong. I looked over at Dave, surprised that he had plied her with such a strong cocktail, but he just shrugged and said, “relax dad, you don’t live so far away, let the girl enjoy herself”.
Although the guys were continuing their game and many of the earlier customers had since left, a voice boomed from a guy over by the bar as a customer summoned Dave back to duty and he left to go serve another beer. I wasn’t sure what was in that cocktail, but I was already starting to feel it. MJ was definitely experiencing the unfamiliar effects of alcohol, as she was becoming increasingly giggly, and her face had a distinctly rosy glow. She was positively tipsy. The beers and that shot had definitely helped me to relax too and was happy to sit in the bar, enjoying our time together, accompanied by a sexy young woman, or I perhaps should have thought, my beautiful young daughter. My vision in mind wandered again back to the earlier time when that guy was stroking her arm, rubbing her back, and squeezing her ass. Despite being inappropriate, I couldn’t help the thoughts that MJ had enjoyed those new-found feelings, perhaps a little too much and that her rosy glow when she returned to the booth, wasn’t just the effects of alcohol.
The guys finished their game and started to leave. On their way out, I overheard them talking about grabbing some fish ‘n chips from the visiting mobile food van that visited every week, parking outside the local store. They seemed to have lost interest in MJ for now, probably because they knew she was with me and that meant that they weren’t going to get too far with her.
That left just Dave, MJ, and I, as well as one older guy who was sitting alone at the bar working on a new pint. His attention focused on a sports game showing on a tv behind the bar.
“We’d better be getting home too”, I said to MJ, who semi-reluctantly nodded her acceptance.
“Nonsense” said Dave as he appeared suddenly behind me, brandishing another tray of different shots, and quickly continued, “We may as well make the most of it, besides I want to get to know this hot young lady you have with you”.
MJ blushed shyly and giggled at being referred to as a “hot young lady”.
He placed the tray on the small round table in front of us and took a place in the booth on the other side of MJ.
“I think she’s had quite sufficient tonight Dave”, I said scornfully, much to MJ’s angst, gauging from her sudden look of disappointment.
“Nonsense” he said again, handing a shot to MJ. “If she’s going to get drunk, this is as safe place as any. Besides, give those lads a short while to get themselves home”.
MJ held out her glass and announced “cheers” and downed the shot in one go, not coughing and spluttering like before, with a big grin on her face. “cheers”, Dave and I responded. MJ gave an inebriated giggle.
The three of us chatted some more, relaxing in the hazy glow of Dave’s shots, MJ joining the conversation with giggles and occasional remarks, her eyes were somewhat hazy. At one point, she decided she needed to pee, and Dave moved out from where he was sitting to let her out. She made her way, somewhat wobbly, to where the women’s toilets were while Dave, attended to the remaining customer who had been watching the tv and took care of his payment.
“See you tomorrow Jonas” Dave called out after the man as he exited through the front door. “Aye, you will” was the only reply.
Tucking something into her small handbag, MJ staggered her way back to the booth, somewhat unsteady on her feet and slid along the bench corner sofa to take her place next to me. “are you feeling ok?” I asked, a little concerned for her, almost regretting that I had let her drink far more than I should have. “Yesh” was all she could slur out. She leaned towards me and gave me a hug.
“What were you tucking into your handbag?” I asked somewhat naively.
“Shhhh daddy, I don’t want the whole world to know”. She looked a little embarrassed and continued “I had a little accident, so I had to take my panties off”. The sudden realization that she was sitting there with no panties surprised me, but I decided to drop that particular line of conversation.
I reminded myself that we should probably go as I was definitely feeling Dave’s shots. Satisfied that she was safely back in her seat, I determined to pop to the men’s toilets; the urge to pee finally reminding me that what goes in must come out.
As I stood there letting the stream splash against the urinal, releasing the pent-up pressure, I found my mind wandering to thoughts that up till now I had done my best to overcome. The remarks by Dave of her being hot, the sight of that guy squeezing her ass, and even the imaginary visions of my little girl peeing her panties and now sitting in the booth without any, all swirled in my somewhat inebriated mind, to the point where I started to enjoy the inappropriate thoughts. Shaking the final drops into the urinal, I tucked myself back in and made my way back out to the bar.