cont:
just to bring you up to date, it's Sunday evening and poor GG1 is dying in her sick bed with a terrible chest so I will continue the story....
Indeed 2 & half cocktails later and GG2 is grimacing like a monkey and finding everything amusing in her usual fashion. Blondie is definitely finding the men more attractive, there is that strange glint in her eyes. Oh my gosh and the hoover just sucked up another £15 cocktail and I swear her lips did not touch the straw.
GG2's confidence is now bursting at the seams and suddenly notices the waiter shaking his cocktail shaker at her
GG2: my you certainly know how to shake that thing with your right hand, I bet you have big muscles?
The waiter could hardly contain his smile.
GG2: I could be a cocktail waitress. I want to be one of those, I could do that (ok so I was a little too enthusiastic - a combination of several different cocktails and you can take on the world - plus he was damn cute)
GG1: Oh god! she is off again, flirting with the waiter
In the meantime, to our left was a strange man staring (or dare I say leering) at us just a few feet away.
GG2; Look, omg that guy is leering at us, don't look (too late all four girls were now staring him straight in the face)
GG1: (to strange leering man!) What are you looking at? Come over here if you want to chat to us. We are nice girls and happy to chat to you.
Jaws dropping all round from the rest of the group, did GG1 really just invite him over? God! here he comes.
Leering man: Good evening ladies, may I buy you a drink?
GG2: Oooh! think I can be persuaded to try a little cocktail (Gosh that waiter is getting better looking by the minute)
GG1: No, I am fine thank you, I prefer to buy my own drinks
GG2: Are you crazy? Your always harping on about ensuring some poor sucker picks up our bar bill and as soon as one offers you act all virtuous. Take the bloody drink for god sake!!!
Hoover: Yes please ( dear lord she finally spoke)
Blondie: I'll have the same again (her opinion of him has certainly changed)
GG1: Ok, I can be persuaded to have a cup of tea.
GG2: What the f...? A cup of tea. We're in H Nicks for christ sake
GG1: I know but I am freezing and would love a cup of tea to warm me up
The waiter is now amused by the four girls infront of him and in particular myself (GG2 incase you have lost the plot by now) as well as our new found friend (leering man who later becomes affectionately known as the tongue)
GG2: I still want to be a cocktail waitress. Show me how you shake your stuff again?
to be cont:
just to bring you up to date, it's Sunday evening and poor GG1 is dying in her sick bed with a terrible chest so I will continue the story....
Indeed 2 & half cocktails later and GG2 is grimacing like a monkey and finding everything amusing in her usual fashion. Blondie is definitely finding the men more attractive, there is that strange glint in her eyes. Oh my gosh and the hoover just sucked up another £15 cocktail and I swear her lips did not touch the straw.
GG2's confidence is now bursting at the seams and suddenly notices the waiter shaking his cocktail shaker at her
GG2: my you certainly know how to shake that thing with your right hand, I bet you have big muscles?
The waiter could hardly contain his smile.
GG2: I could be a cocktail waitress. I want to be one of those, I could do that (ok so I was a little too enthusiastic - a combination of several different cocktails and you can take on the world - plus he was damn cute)
GG1: Oh god! she is off again, flirting with the waiter
In the meantime, to our left was a strange man staring (or dare I say leering) at us just a few feet away.
GG2; Look, omg that guy is leering at us, don't look (too late all four girls were now staring him straight in the face)
GG1: (to strange leering man!) What are you looking at? Come over here if you want to chat to us. We are nice girls and happy to chat to you.
Jaws dropping all round from the rest of the group, did GG1 really just invite him over? God! here he comes.
Leering man: Good evening ladies, may I buy you a drink?
GG2: Oooh! think I can be persuaded to try a little cocktail (Gosh that waiter is getting better looking by the minute)
GG1: No, I am fine thank you, I prefer to buy my own drinks
GG2: Are you crazy? Your always harping on about ensuring some poor sucker picks up our bar bill and as soon as one offers you act all virtuous. Take the bloody drink for god sake!!!
Hoover: Yes please ( dear lord she finally spoke)
Blondie: I'll have the same again (her opinion of him has certainly changed)
GG1: Ok, I can be persuaded to have a cup of tea.
GG2: What the f...? A cup of tea. We're in H Nicks for christ sake
GG1: I know but I am freezing and would love a cup of tea to warm me up
The waiter is now amused by the four girls infront of him and in particular myself (GG2 incase you have lost the plot by now) as well as our new found friend (leering man who later becomes affectionately known as the tongue)
GG2: I still want to be a cocktail waitress. Show me how you shake your stuff again?
to be cont:
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