The More Later

So here it is. The "more later" that I promised last week. After FW&BF and I finished up our excitement with the Vitality Product People, we needed drinks, and we needed drinks badly. We noticed that the guys sitting at the table next to ours also were attempting to get drinks. You are probably thinking that getting drinks shouldn't be a difficult task at a relatively un-crowded bar with several bartenders. Unfortunately, these bartenders were just slightly inept. We even witnessed them setting the entire bar on fire at one point during the night. And, no, it wasn't supposed to happen that way. After one guy had an unsuccessful try at getting drinks, he came back to their table, and there was a little banter between us and them. They then offered to get us drinks as well. We figured it was karma, first we put up with the Vitality Crew, and then we are rewarded with nice guys who buy us drinks. So we all end up talking, and it's a fairly normal conversation. We make small talk, and eventually we go into what our occupations are. We learn that our drink-supplying friends are: 1) A Public Relations Person, 2) A Garbage Man, 3) A Salesman. The conversation is a little weird; especially when they get to the part about one of them being a salesman. There seems to be some sort of inside joke that we aren't catching. We get past it though, and we keep talking. Some time later into the evening, it comes out that there may have been a little lie involved in the conversation. The guys aren't actually in the previously stated fields. Oh no, they are in law enforcement. Apparently they try to hide this fact from people when they first meet them; it scares people off or something?? Okay then. We aren't scared (despite my police officer complex,) and we continue hanging out with them. Soon enough, they challenge us to a wager. Now, I'm not much of a betting girl, but it just so happens that the wager was about drinking. And when it comes to that, I have a pretty good amount of faith in myself. The bet was that we (FW&BF and I) had to each finish our pint of beer before one of the officers finished his two pints of beer and Grey Goose/cranberry juice. The loser had to pay for drinks the rest of the night. It sure seems like we'd win, right? As it turns out, the officer was a little bit of a fast drinker. He didn't even seem to think that beating us would be a challenge. We started the race, and he just continued sort of sipping on his drinks. And then next thing we knew a beer was gone. (At least I think that was the way it happened; honestly, the details are just a little foggy.) So, I chugged my beer. They were all fairly impressed, and that seemed to worry the officer who was drinking against us. So he hurried up. Unfortunately, FW&BF, not having the advantage of being from a state that pretty much breeds people who are good at drinking a lot, was just a tad behind him. (To tell you the truth, I'm not really sure who the winner is in this situation--can we really say it was the two drunks chugging beers??) So yeah, FW&BF and I lost, or she won, if you want to consider the drunk rule I just made up. But we didn't mind because it was all in good fun. We soon ended up sort of splitting off into me and the drinker and FW&BF and the cute officer. There was the third salesman officer, but somehow he seemed to be the designated fifth wheel. I decided to race the officers in drinking a couple more times, so I was feeling pretty darned happy with the evening. The officers were even offering to get us rides home in cop cars. That was an exciting prospect, since I had already resigned myself to the fact that I wouldn't be driving myself home. They said we could even sit in the back, be handcuffed, and have the lights on. It all sounded great to me at the time. What more could I want out of a night--I even got to play some Naked PhotoHunt, which I think is probably the best game on Earth--thanks to my brother's (B) gorgeous girlfriend (BGG) for introducing me to it, of course. And suddenly, about a half hour before bar time, our officers decided to leave. They took our phone numbers, and just walked out the door. We were left sitting there, wondering where our rides in the cop cars went. I know that FW&BF was looking stunning and that she had been funny and smart all night. And I'm fairly certain that I only said a few crazy and inappropriate things. We hypothesized that the officers were dragged away by the fifth wheel who was feeling left out. I think we both thought there was a chance that they'd still call sometime the following week. I mean, I was really looking forward to a promised trip to the shooting range and a ride-along to follow. We decided that we'd give it a week, and then we'd accept the fact that they just weren't that into us. And, well, the verdict is in, and they weren't into us. My only complaint now---I'm just jealous of FW&BF because she at least got to see cute officer's badge and gun. I got nothing!