In honour of St. Patrick's Day – my excerpt from my erotic contemporary romance is a scene where Capri and her best friend, Kat, stop by an Irish pub for a chat.
O'Malley's is a step-back-in-time kind of Irish pub. Big polished wood bar on the right hand side, with a mirrored wall, numerous draft beer handles poking up and gleaming brass everywhere. Seating is mixed between tall bar stools and big padded chairs nestled around dark wood tables. The TV, up in the corner, is usually on a European football match. Patrick, the bartender, has a passable Irish lilt in his voice. But I suspect he's from Jersey.
We settled into a corner booth facing out into the bar. Kat ordered a half-pint of Kilkenny Irish Cream Ale, and I asked for the same in a Guinness Draught. No ordering a Bud Light or Coors here. This is an Irish pub. Legend has it, the last person who ordered a non-Irish beer volunteered to be the backstop for a dart tournament.
"Can I skip the pleasantries and go straight to what's wrong?" Kat clicked her cell phone shut and tossed it into her purse. That meant she was serious. It's girl talk time. "Oh, and don't bullshit me that it's nothing or that you're okay. I know you. Something's up. Where'd you go this weekend? I called and called."
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The waitress placed our beers on the table. I paid for the two with a sizeable tip then wrapped my fingers around the glass and sighed. Guinness is a stout. That's a dark beer and kind of strong—exactly what I needed. The thick inch of froth on my drink was a little butterfly of joy. I swiped my finger through the foam and licked it clean.
"Suck anything else this weekend?"
I looked up from my beer into Kat's smiling face. "No. I spent all of Saturday and most of Sunday in my office."
Kat raised her beer and held it out for me to clink glasses. "To weekends you supposedly spent in your office, getting a tan and possibly sucking foam off of something, but you won't confess to any of it."
I shook my head as I clinked her glass and gulped several mouthfuls of the stout. Running my tongue around my lips, I cleaned off every drip of froth.
"Either I'm super horny or…well, there is no or. Everything you've done is sending out signals to every guy in this place to drag you to his place and fuck your brains out."
Someone already did.
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