**This is a true story, originally I posted about this 6 months ago [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/adultery/comments/a95i52/had_my_first_one_night_stand_last_night/?ref=share&ref_source=link)**
*I’ll write a continuation if there’s enough interested*
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I sat at the bar drinking a coke, contemplating what to do next. I didn’t want to go home. Back to her, back to reality. Self-destructive, looking to ruin things before they could end; I was lonely, but just wanted to be alone.
Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound. I sat back and resigned myself to my fate as I asked Barman Bill for yet another coke. Still at least Bill liked his job. Chatting with women and making cocktails, but also listening to the sob stories of idiots like me sitting there drowning their self-inflicted sorrows.
“Is it happy hour?”
“Duos Porn star Martini por favor”
Hey you alright?
What’s your name?
Oh Danielle, nice. Oh, you’re here with your work friends?
Who am I here with?
Oh, yeah, my mate Jack. He’s just outside in the smoking area outside.
Oh, when’s he coming back? I don’t know, he’s been gone a while.
I think he said he wasn’t feeling too well.