The man with the pink drink (Night club tales)

She sat alone perched on a bar stool leaning over the counter. A Jack Daniels on the rocks was placed in front of her. She could feel eyes looking her way appreciatively from young men and women alike. Her silky straight hair was cut in layers and styled well. Everything from her low cut sexy LBD to her designer bag and shoes screamed "Posh". High maintenance lady this.

It was only half an hour since she got here and  men were already trying to hit on her... in vain. She had given them all the cold shouder. As the night grew on the crowd started to mill away towards the dance floor. "Moves like Jagger" was playing now and the crowd was going wild. She remained seated.

An energetic man walked towards the counter, next to her and shouted out loud over the din to the bartender
"A strawberry daiquiri, please". Probably for his girlfriend.
LBD checked her iphone for tweets. She was bored.
"Your Strawberry daiquiri sir" the bartender placed it on the counter.
The man settled on a bar stool next to her.. "Thanks" and took a sip.
LBD raised an eyebrow and looked at him. The man raised his in return.

"I know what you're thinking"

She looked around her.. "huh"

"Yes, I was talking to you. Didnt you just think, did he just drink that?"

She rolled up her eyes.. "Perhaps"

"Next thought, is he gay?"

"Maybe" .. half a smile..

"Ah there you go, I get that all the time"

"Well, it isnt often we see men drinking pink stuff"

"The metro sexual man doesnt care for what society thinks. He does what he wants"

"Oh really" she cocked her head to one side.. "and what does he want?"

"Freedom from stereotypes. Lets take you and me. An average person would have thought your drink was mine, and mine yours"

"Mmm -hmm"

"But would you have this drink of mine?"

She gave a slight shake of her head  "I seriously doubt that"

"Exactly" He banged a fist on the counter.."and why may I ask? Women like colourful cocktaily stuff right?"

"Ok enough already, I get your point. I wont look at a guy nursing a pink drink and think he's gay "

"But whats wrong with being gay?"

"Listen mister, I've had a long day. I am not up for this"

" Hahaha... typical. I know your type. A long day means mall-hopping and splurging on clothes and shoes"

"Oh so now you go stereo typing huh?"

"So do you know who the President of our country is?? huh??.. Go on.." He smirked.

She closed her eyes tight for a few seconds and opened them.." What are your thoughts about the scam he's got into now? The public is having a field day over it. Think there's some truth in it?"

"Huh, what scam? I..."

She almost fell of her chair laughing.."Ha.. Got you!".. She wiped her mouth neatly with a napkin and took a bite of cheese toast.."There's no scam. I was just pulling your leg"

He slowly smiled.."So what do you do anyway?"

She took a sip.."I am a Boutique Wedding photographer"

"Interesting. What does that mean?"

" I take casual pics of the bride and groom. No doctored smiles and group photos.  Bride getting her mehndi done in her capris. Groom laughing over a joke the bride made.Groom secretly tucking into a chocolate on the stage. The works. And being a woman, its even easier, as I immediately put the bride at ease"

"People pay for stuff like this?"

"Hey, you get married only once. They dont mind"

"Hmm.. so are all 'boutique wedding photographers' generally so stiff or do they say ok to men who want to dance with them?"

She smiled.. "That depends.... if the man is interesting.. maybe?"

He held out his hand.. "Even if he drinks a pink drink?"

She took it .."Why not?"

They danced all night! He had never seen anyone who danced like her. What moves! The strawberry daiquiri and jack daniels kept coming.

Exhausted and on a high, they moved back to the counter.. laughing squeezing each other.

"So".. she said, with a coquettish smile.." are you planning to drive back home.. like this??"

He gave an exaggerated look.. like he was thinking hard.."Hmm... funny you ask... I am planning to book a room at this hotel.. maybe better dont you think?".. He winked.

"Shall I suggest an option that will save you some dough?"

"I am all ears" he tickled her

She pushed him off with a laugh.. "I already have a room up here. Big enough for two"

He bent over her and whispered against her ear "Then what are we waiting for? Lead the way.."

They were all over each other by the time they reached her room and fell on the sprawling double bed.

Next morning .She woke up to the sun streaming down from the windows. She opened one eye and looked at her side. He seemed to have already woken up.

A minute later he emerged from the bathroom, having just shaved.

In a groggy voice, she asked.."Where did you get a shaving set from Mister?"

"Oh.. my wife packs it for me. I always have it handy with me" he winked..

"Nice of her" .. she rolled back to her side going back to sleep..

"By the way, that is a nice family pic.. the one you have kept on the bedside table".

At this she reached out for the pic and gazed at it.. lying down on her back..

He jumped under the blacket and snuggled to her...."Is that your boy"?

She smiled.."Yes.. he's five"

"Sweet.. is he all alone now"

"Mmm.. no... I've left him with my parents"

"...and this man next to him.. is it his dad?"

"Someone's curious huh" she laughed .. Yes... my  husband"

"Ex?"

"No current"

'Really? Hmm.. wait a minute.. am I hallucinating.. or does your husband look just like me?".. he squinted and checked the pic from various angles..

She smiled broadly and pulled the pic off him and kept it back on the table. Cuddling upto him she whispered.." Husband dear... havent we fooled everyone enough... lets get back to where we left last night shall we..??"

A muffled.."Cant argue with that.... Happy 'start of Seven year itch'.. baby".. was heard from beneath the sheets.