An Odd Pub Encounter Acte 1

An Odd Encounter at the Pub

 

Acte 1

 

The Girls

 

Verity had been a quite happy Lassie this balmy autumn evening.

 

She could not believe her Cousin Michele (Micke) had scored tickets to this black-tie dinner and dance they had been attending.

 

The two girls, dressed to the nines, had purposefully gone solo.

 

Needless to say, with no one holding them back, they both had an absolute ball(at the Ball)with all the attention that they had received from the boys(and some men) who were also amongst the invited wealthy guests.

 

Dance cards had been overfilled, as were the drinks everyone kept buying her and Micke.

 

The only downfall was that it had ended all too soon with the band packing up and the lights actually starting to turn off far too early in the evening.

 

Feeling a bit frustrated that they were being dismissed in that way the two girls went to Micke’s small sports car in a sullen humph.

 

It was Micke, who in an attempt to brighten the mood, pointed out that they could make it before closing time at their local pub, the Poet and Peasant...

 

(PUN ALERT)

 

To Verity, these were the most welcome words to hear coming from Micke’s mouth.

 

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The Stranger

 

It had been a bloody long drive and as the shadows of twilight grew ever longer, I had been desiring a break, and drink, before the evening closed everything down.

 

I had had my dinner done two hours earlier, so I reasoned I could now take the additional time out of my day-long journey to my destination, the Isle of Lewis.

 

I turned off onto a riverside road where a sign claimed a welsh village by the intriguing name of Badgers End was located.

 

Surely they would have a pub, did they also have badgers?

 

Sure enough, just before the village proper, I spotted, not a badger, but an ancient brick building set up alongside the river, where a pub called the Poet and Peasant, claimed residence.

 

I parked my Italian sports car in a small church parking lot across the street. Lighting a cigarette that I removed from my gold case, I lit it and calmly smoked as sanguinely I leaned against my car, while warily taking in the area.

 

It was a typical riverside village with a few small businesses lining the street leading down from the pub. A few of the inhabitants could be seen still wandering about on their late evening business.

 

I crushed out the cigarette and made my way across the street.

 

I entered the pub and found it to be full of the usual cast of locals, all having what probably was the most fun a village this size had to offer.

 

Though there was a small city I had passed a few kilometers back that probably was a major haunt for the ones who lived in the village when they got bored.

 

At the bar, I opened a tab, received my much-needed drink, then soon fell in with a group of boisterous Lads having a go at throwing darts.

 

I was still with them when these two intoxicated specimens toddled in, giggling.

 

Locals, by the way, the girls were greeted.

 

I thought they were Trollops by the way they were dressed.

 

But soon overheard they had been at a dance.

 

A quite posh one judging from the way the two were dressed, which had caused my error of a snap judgment

 

The shorter one(Verity) was a long-haired redhead, whose hair fell in a silky sheet, from which swaying long chain earrings set with flickering diamonds that enchantingly played peek a boo for us onlookers.

 

Over her petite figure, Verity was wearing a short inky black velvet number with rhinestone trimmings that satisfactorily outlined her curves, nicely small as they were.

 

Her other jewelry consisted of a diamond-encrusted cocktail ring on her right ring finger and a 5 strand diamond bracelet on her right wrist that had to have come from Tiffany’s showcase.

 

Her bracelet was a right cracker. The outer strands are made up of 1 carat round stones with a full 3-carat pear-shaped collection of “ice” set in the surrounding middle strand.

 

It also had a safety chain, clasped, which denoted its expensive value. Very hard for Verity to lose that bracelet.

 

As it should be, I noted with some causal, yet subjective interest, before beginning to eye up her companion.

 

Said companion I soon learned was her cousin Micke.

 

She was, what in the American noir movies was called, a long tall blonde.

 

Her long hair up, wide gold mesh earrings dangling freely. She wore a fancy satin blouse, virgin white, a high neckline, long sleeves ending in wide 4 button cuffs. A long slinky black pleated skirt fell from the gold mesh belt that encircled her waist. A gold double chain necklace fell from her throat and her fingers were home to a multitude of sparkly real gemstone rings.

 

No rhinestone or plate jewelry for these lassies.

 

They were both dressed to kill, and it was obvious that they had already claimed several male victims that evening, and were setting their heavily mascara-lined eyes on more.

 

The two came in, giggling silly with the drinks they had had whole dancing.

 

Both looked a treat to the lads I was with, and soon were invited over, with said lads plying them drinks.

 

I hung around, enjoying life on the fringe of the gathering. No one sober enough to question who I was, or what hole I had come out of.

 

I had a desire to stay close to Verity, but her cousin Micke took a liking to me and pretty much took up all my time.

 

It was fun, don’t get me wrong, Micke was a personable Lass, prone to giving warmly tight, if not a wee bit drunken, hugs.

 

Very downy soft ones at that.

 

But, well it was Verity wearing the enticingly flickering diamonds.

 

And I did so enjoy catching glimpses at them over the 14K gold jewelry Micke was wearing.

 

And that pretty much was how the rest of my evening went. Making it a game to avoid Micke, unsuccessfully, tracking down swift partying Verity for a chance of a peeks of her stunning diamonds.

 

Needless to say that coming up on remaining the half-hour of the last call, before we had to be kicked out, none of us were feeling any pain, and I was just starting to get tired of my games.

 

It was just before the last call, as I was relaxing on a backroom couch, that Micke once again tracked me down.

 

Micke plopped down next to me and placed her hand upon her raised knee, the sleeve’s cuff of her satin blouse slipped up, and I realized that there was a diamond bracelet peeking out.

 

How in the world had I missed that?

 

As Micke chatted on about something I was only half-listening to, I nonchalantly reached over and placed my hand on her arm. Then without her notice managed to carefully raise the sleeve of Micke’s satin blouse for a better look.

 

I then realized it was Verity’s fancy diamond bracelet Micke was wearing?

 

Clever girl, how?

 

I was thinking as I touched the sparkling bracelet and carefully cut into her conversation and commented to her as she looked down at my finger.

 

“Pretty bracelet....”

 

“It’s not mine silly, it’s Verity’s!” She answered with a pleasant little twittering laugh “

 

“Oh...” I answered in an open sentence with my best shot at a perplexed look.

 

Raising her arm and flashing the bracelet with its amazing sparkles as it was wrapped snugly around her wrist, she happily confided in me her story.

 

The pair, Micke and Verity, had been in the loo together to freshen up.

 

Verity had removed her bracelet and ring to have a wash-up after some of her drink had accidentally spilled on her hands.

 

On a lark, Micke, who had been standing behind, had touched Verity on the opposite shoulder, and as she turned away, snatched the bracelet up without being caught and was now wearing it around as a teaser.

 

And obviously, Verity had no worries over it, for as we both looked over towards her in the next room, one could see she was still very much in a party mode and paying no heed to Micke’s antics.

 

And... her diamond bracelet was noticeably gone from around her wrist. So much for what I always thought were my keen powers of observation.

 

“The last call” came a friendly command from the pubs’ bar in the other room...

 

“Come on, “ said Micke, grabbing my arm and led me over to the bar.

 

“Let the finale drinking now heavily begin.” She added with a challenge in her charmingly sweet voice.

 

A drinking game soon emerged when the giggling pair started giving out hugs to anyone buying them last shots.

 

I also was drawn into the fun and gave as well as received, hugs.

 

Then the evening was over, obviously far too soon for Verity, Micke, and their admirers.

 

Though not so much for me.

 

We’re all then gently shown the door by the married couple proprietors who owned and ran the quaint Poet and Peasant Pub.

 

The group began plotting to hit the nearby big city and see if they could carry on there. I was asked to join in but politely declined, giving the ready excuse that I needed to reach my unsaid destination sooner than later.

 

It has been a pleasant evening and I harbored no regrets atoll for my taking time from my journey to visit.

 

But I truthfully felt a compelling urge to be back on my way.

 

It has proven a very good time and so it was with a quite sincere meaning that I said my goodbyes to them all as we parted ways on the outside pavement,

 

I especially made it a point to thank Verity and Micke for being such fun sports. I received warm, arousing hugs from each of the giggly girls for my kind words.

 

I watched as they all climbed into their cars and left to go on their new adventures.

 

Waving to them all, including the two girls who were driving off, a bit recklessly, in their fancy sports automobile.

 

Done