“There’s something about the names of these drinks that makes me giggle like a kid,” said Sally, as she picked up the cocktail list from the bar and waved it at her friends.
She ran her finger down the list and sniggered loudly as she said “Sex on the beach anyone? Or a slippery nipple?”
“Yes please,” said Amy, a huge grin spreading across her face. “I’ll have lots of those!” Her smile faded as she saw the look on the third girl’s face. “What’s up Clara?” she asked, rolling her eyes as she was pretty certain she knew what the answer would be.
“Why are they always so rude?” wailed Clara, her intense blush clearly visible despite the bar’s dim lighting. “I could never ask for one of those!”
“Alright,” said Amy, grabbing the list, “Let’s find one that doesn’t offend little Miss Prim over there… how about a sunset on a beach? No one can be embarrassed by that, not even you!”
“Okay,” said Clara, “that’s much more like it! I’ll have one of those please.”
The 3 girls smiled at each other as they leant across the bar to attract the bar-man’s attention, although Clara’s blush returned when her friends decided to order the rudest possible drinks in their loudest possible voices…
The girls moved to a nearby table and sat down, sipping their drinks and watching the dance-floor.
“You girls are impossible!” sighed Clara. “Even the bar-man looked embarrassed when you were ordering those cocktails and he must see pretty much everything in his job.”
“I’d like to see some more of him,” laughed Sophie, provoking huge guffaws from Amy.
“Girls!” exclaimed Clara, but she joined in with the laughter this time. Her friends might be very rude but she loved them all the same.
