Traffic was a bitch and I pulled into the valet 23 minutes late. I chastised myself for never planning to get the fuck out of the office fast enough for date night. Then I told myself Liz is patient and she won’t care. She’s probably looking hot by the bar throwing eyes at men who are ogling her tits. Not that I blame them. She has good game like that, and nice tits for that matter.
Finally into the damn bar, I waded through the crowd to our usual spot, and sure enough, there she was getting attention from several attractive younger fellows. “Jokes on you, fools.” I thought as I rolled up like I owned the place.
“Hey baby,” I pronounced probably louder than I needed to as I leaned in and kissed her neck. “Show’s over kids.” They turned back to their beers as I leaned Liz back and we locked tongues.
“It’s about fucking time,” she said around my kiss.
“I know… I know… I’ll definitely make it up to you when you’re nice and drunk.”
“Oh really? What will I do when I’m drunk?” she retorted. We always play this little game.