The warm-up act was an Australian woman with long blonde hair and a very strong accent. She regaled us with the stories of her love life. She had slept with men from all over the world and was somewhat upset that she might end up getting around to every country. She was middling, a few laughs and not much more.
Still, I was content with the lads ensuring that I had a constant supply of liquor, which made even simple jokes sound hilarious. Every chair was taken giving the place a cramped, jovial atmosphere. The smell of Guinness pervaded the room.I couldn’t but help notice all the pretty women around. There was definitely a higher percentage than my hometown where you would be lucky to spot more than one on any given day.
After half an hour, her act came to an end to much applause. Some, like Sean got up off their seats to look for a refill.
“Well Ronan, what did you think of the of the act Ronan?”
“A bit crude, what did you think?”
“Ah, it was okay,” I replied.
Then I noticed a woman staring at me out of the corner of my eye. Now that wasn’t something that happened to me every day. I looked over and gave her a smile, which was reciprocated. She had short curly blonde hair, with a somewhat heavy build dressed in a black jacket and dress.
“Here’s another one.”
Our brief eye contact was broken as Sean handed me a drink. Damn, I thought to myself.
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