The restaurant was beautiful, swathed in rich shades of reds and golds. Classical music drifted softly through the dining room as men and women, dressed in their evening best, sipped hundred-dollar-per-bottle glasses of wine. It was the epitome of sophistication.
In other words, the exact opposite of a place Cass and I would usually go. We were pub people. Good beer, good food, and usually a good game on the tv. One of his college buddies was in town, however, and insisted on us joining him and his fiancé for dinner, their treat. I had argued against going, but in the end Cass won. Like always. Those damn baby blues got me every time.
So here I was in a sexy as fuck LBD, sitting in an overpriced restaurant, making small talk with two strangers as my thong dug further into my ass. Did I mention I was also missing my team on Monday Night Football? Yeah. Cass so owed me for this.
As it turns out, the college friend, Sam, was actually pretty cool. Good sense of humor, funny stories, only a tiny bit pretentious. I could live with that. Unfortunately, his fiancé was as vapid as they come. We were halfway through appetizers and I was pretty certain Barbie's incessant giggling was going to lead me to murder. (Yes, Barbie. I shit you not. Apparently her parents were either hoping for a pageant queen or a stripper.) Anyway, prison would really cramp my lifestyle right now, so I excused myself to the restroom, hoping she wouldn't do the chick thing and follow me. As I glanced over my shoulder to make sure she was staying seated, I caught a glimpse of Cass eyeing my ass as I walked away. I gave him a wink and made sure to put a little more sway in my step.
In the restroom I locked myself in a stall, thankful for the silence. When I had sat on the porcelain throne as long as I could without raising suspicion, I took a few deep breaths to prepare myself and then reached for the door. Before I turned the lock however, an idea came me. I grinned. I had just thought of a way to entertain myself through the rest of the meal, as well as begin getting my darling boyfriend back for dragging me with him to this nightmare. If only I had known how magnificently that plan would backfire on me.