You make your way over to the main bar area. Looking at your slightly loose watch on your wrist you note that it's barely 9:45 and things are definitely getting busy. You flip though the menu whilst waiting your turn.
Old fashioned nah, too smoky..
Mojito don't exactly crave a mint hit at the moment, or want the bartender to hate me
Manhattan not really *fun* enough
You flip though a few more pages before stumbling upon a few, more girly, options.
Strawberry daiquiri could be nice
Rose cloud does seem to have a raw egg in it though
Green monster oooh, looks nice and has some みどり in it.
You pause for a second. The relative native sound of the liqueurs name coming to you spontaneously. huh you think to yourself before brushing it off. That bubbly and carefree mood that you're in still going strong.
You close the menu, looking up to see a petite Asian bartender behind the counter looking up at you, barely pushing past 5ft. She's wearing a skin tight white tishrt over the top of clearly a black bra that's showing through some of the wetter areas of the shirt. Her well endowed beasts seem at odds with her short hight and her very tight midriff is on show with some black tights accentuating her natural curves and showing off her fairly substantial thigh gap. Her long black hair is in a pony tail behind her reaching down to at least her mid back, though difficult to tell looking at her front on.
"Hey there cutie" she greets you with a wink. "what can I get for you". You blush slightly, you're unable to remember when a good looking girl like this called you cute.
You smile back at her "I'll have 2 of the green monsters, that's the one with the Japanese melon liqueur, right?" "the Midori?" she replies. "yeah the みどり." you answer back, the native sounding pronunciation coming naturally. She stops, looking back up at you before smiling again. "yeah I thought you looked a little bit Asian, you've got some Japanese heritage eh? My mum was Japanese and my dad was Korean, but growing up over here I haven't really got any of the language skills." as she continues to build the 2 cocktails.
You pasue initially. You're not part Japanese are you? It's hard to think too clearly though, the haze pushes back at you to just accept. so much easier to accept.. ."Yeah" you answer back "my grandmother came from over there" was that real? your mind fills in some memories of being over in Japan as a kid. Your mum sending you to a language school when you were younger. You shake your head a little, the memories seemingly becoming more concrete, the girls smile bringing you back into the present.
"well here you go" as she puts down the large neon green cocktails. "come back if you need some more, yeah?" as she places the tip of her tounge on her upper lip giving you a once over. You chuckle, leaving a sizeable tip as you head back to find Josh. The crowds growing now and it's a bit of a push to get through it.
You adjust the shirt a little, the shocks of the material passing over your sensitive chest causing you to breathe in a little sharply, but at least the buttons seem to be sitting a normally, the tension seemingly gone. maybe the shirt has stretched a little to fit you you think as you see Josh in the back, sitting on a lounge his legs crossed in a rather feminine way. A few people are around that he's having a chat with when he spots you, signalling you to come over.