LR: Orleans The Cat Burglar

[Orleans]

After hitting a couple other good venues we’re still looking for that perfect spot for the rest of the night. Cowboy and I are on the prowl again.

We finally end up at a sweet Irish bar that we like to drink at. In the back there’s a band of 2 guys with guitar’s and a bunch of girls. This is our kind of scene.

We grab a pitch and grab the table right next to the guitar guys. We do a quick cheers with the guy singing and request the best song in the universe; “Home for a Rest”. If you guys don’t know this song you NEED to. It’s the best drinking song ever and I have never met a group of people who don’t fling into song and dance when you start this as a sing-along.

Surprisingly enough, they know the song and they say they’ll oblige my request. Fuckin’ rights. They’re saving it for the end though as it’s a good song to go off on. Respectable, I can appreciate good timing for a song as splendid as this.

Cowboy and I grab our seats and not even halfway through my first pint this cute blonde runs over, tells me I’m hot and pulls me up to go dance to the festive acoustic music with her friends. I figure why not, so I go up and work it a little bit. This cute black girl is trying to steal my attention so now I have the two fighting over me on the dance floor. I don’t know if they’re friends or whatever but I just go with the flow. For the next half hour it consists of me drinking my beer and working these two girls against each other.

Once again, very little verbal game involved, just hardcore sexual vibing lots of dominance and… the absolute deal sealer…

The band guy told me he liked my hat. I agreed and that it was awesome. I inform him that if he lets me sing the intro to “Home for a Rest” I’ll let him wear the hat while playing the song. It’s a deal.

I get up there and belt out an intro that even Great Big Sea would be proud of. Panties around the room proceed to melt.

I join the rest of the dance floor with Cowboy to get my jig on to the rest of the song and I decide I’ll go with the black girl. I’ve never had one before, why not.

I dance with her, run some sexual stuff. She tells me she’d love to take me home. I tell her I’d love that. I also tell her I have to drive Cowboy back to his car. She’s cool with this.

So half an hour later I finally figure out how to get to her place and we arrive. Go inside, escalation, closed the deal. She passes out, I leave her a little note and I take off. No contact information or names are exchanged.

I get back to my car and realize it’s really chilly out. I look in my back seat for my leather jacket and… fuck. I call up Cowboy and he tells me I DID have my jacket with me when we left the Irish bar. This means… I left it back in her apartment. There is no way I’m leaving that jacket.

After a ceremonial swearing session I go to the front door of the apartment building and try to figure out how to get the door open. Finally I pull on it and apparently it was open the whole time. I remember she’s on the 14th floor so I make my way up there and back to her apartment door. I left it open (how was I supposed to lock it) so I snuck back inside, grabbed my jacket with a victory grin on my face, made sure she was still asleep and that my note was still on her computer monitor and then I left… again.

Back to back lays.

[diablo]

Hahahaha... Love it...

Fuck her... Then decide if you want her number or name. Classic.
I've hooked up with one black girl.. Best head ever.

[king_david23]

wait a minute...you mean you didnt have to buy her stuff and supplicate to her, and then fucked her and then decided if you wanted her name or number?

Oh how the tables have turned, the girls dont even know it, but trust me theyll like it...

great stuff man!