A few nights ago I went with a few of my fellow co-workers to roadhouse in Covent garden. Now for those of you who don’t know roadhouse I’ll summarize it in 5 words: drunk and horny girls galore.
On this particular night there were a few girls I was serving in my bar when I got there. Not traditional shoes, but if you squint, maybe.
Then I have one of them come on to me, one of the twins. I have no adquate reason as to why, but this is drunk girl logic. I tell her I have a girlfriend. This means very little to her and she proceeds to attempt to ‘seduce’ me. If you would call slut dropping then stumbling for the next 3-5 seconds appealing. Then her twin (yes, twins) begins to get in on the act, significantly more drunk than the first twin by the by. And begins forcibly taking my hand and making me dance with the pair of them.
No matter how many high fives, looks of genuine envy and rage the other males in the area were throwing me. I was entirely proud. Not because I was dancing with a pair of drunk horny twins, but I knew that I wasn’t going to do anything with either of them.
The night ended in a French something as I very Parisian like, ran away scared like a little girl. I left to the awe of my fellow work mates as they know how strong my constitution must have been to resist.
Guess this girl must be something rather special.
P&L - John