The bar was not empty, but it was far from full. “Want to get a table, or just sit at the bar?” Daddy asked, pointing to two empty barstools towa...d the end of the bar. “Um, let’s sit at the bar, baby,” Angel replied.Daddy led her to the seats and pulled the seat around for her to climb up and sit in. As she was sitting down, she locked eyes with a good-looking man sitting at a table next to the bar. He smiled and winked. Angel got a naughty thought and smiled back, and then as she sat down,. Barbara knew what he wanted and what he expected to see her do. This was the ultimate test of how much of a slut she would be for him. And Barbara was going to show him how disgusting she really could be. She unscrewed the cap on the bottle and poured some in the glass. She looked around, saw all eyes on her, then clutched the glass in her hand bringing it to her lips. She swallowed it down, all of it, gulping the glassful of piss. "Fuck, honey," Bull remarked shocked, "you're a piss drinker. There are too many places these days where you have to wait for some time after you've ordered. Whenever I've been to the United States, I've noticed that the waitress brings you a cup and the coffee jug before she hands you the menu - now that's really great service, in my opinion! It's just too bad that so many places these days don't understand it... )Fred and Vee started off a little stilted and nervous, but were soon dominating the conversation as they told each other about themselves. It. However, even though my car isn't big, the spot is pretty awkward, and it's not even a little bit bright outside. I suck at parallel parking, and being fairly new to driving a stick-shift makes maneuvering my '98 Volkswagen Polo right now even more frustrating. After more attempts than I'd like to admit, I finally manage to park the old Polo without setting off World War Z. The rumble of the engine eventually dies down as I turn off the ignition, and the absence of any radio feed leaves me.