Blackwatch

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Playing in central Alabama at a small nightclub. The weather was horrible...raining cats and dogs, and tornado warnings around the area... but my stuff was already set up, as my band had played Fri and Sat, and the Sunday nights were just me, solo. Exactly *four* half-drunken scruffs were there when I started to play. About fifteen minutes into my first set, the cops come in and arrest one of the guys at the bar for domestic violence. All three of his buddies leave with him, I guess to try to make his bail. So, I stop playing and go to the bar. Now, me and this bartender (I'll call her Blondie) had always had sort of a playful tension between us, but she was married to an unpredictable asswipe, so we didn't go any further than just hugs and cheek-pecking. Well, we sit at the bar for a bit, making small talk and staring at each other. The tension is starting to get really hot, so I go behind the bar to get some water, and as I do, she proceeds to squeeze my ass and goose me. I drop my glass, and she runs up into the closet where they kept the unopened liquor, her big eyes full of mischief. I follow in behind her, and she grabs the back of my head and pulls it to hers and we make out for ...hell I don't really know how long, except I was wobbly-kneed from lack of oxygen. I said to her "...what about your husband?", and she tells me that she is leaving him and had filed for divorce. Game on. She locks the doors and turns off the outside lights, and after some more face-sucking, I give her some extra credit homework while she is sitting on the bar ...then we commence to getting it on the edge of the pool table (front and backside). We never became anything more than friends-with-benefits, but that first night was extremely hot. She was the first of a few bartenders I wound up bonking, for whatever reason. Great Story