He Went Again (III)

He sat there for a few minutes, thinking to himself of how ironic it was that something that came so unnaturally to him as being confident and outgoing was so successful. For years he held himself back, controlling his urge to speak to the dozens of women he had been attracted to for fear of being rejected, laughed at. Now, on a whim of “what the heck” he tried something different and had a different result.
The bartender was running around behind the bar, grabbing various bottles. Not paying too much attention, he was startled when she came back in a rush, almost sliding to a stop on the slippery tile floor under her feet. With two shot glasses in her hand and a mixing tumbler, she poured the concoction into the glasses. Her blond hair fell slightly over her face as she looked up, gazing into his eyes.
“Shots first, then names, ok?”
“Sure,” he responded, reaching for the shot she was offering him. Taking it in his right hand he held it up to the bartender, “Cheers.”
The bartender clinked her glass to his and they both threw the drinks back. It was better than he expected, not really being a fan of shots in the first place. Placing the glass down, he looked back up with a bit of a twisted look on his face from the kick of the shot. Realizing that, he placed his hand over his mouth, embarrassed. When his eyes met the bartender’s, he realized she was smiling at him, seemingly suppressing a giggle.
Disheartened, he turned his eyes back down. Before his chin managed to place itself on his chest, as was his intention, a hand was leveled under his chin, lifting it back up. The source of the hand, predictably, was the bartender. “Mary,” she said, still smiling, “and don’t worry about the drink, everyone does that the first time.”
“What was that?” he asked, wiping the non-existent alcohol running down his chin.
“It was the Orgasm,” she replied, with a wink.
“Heh…”
“Yeah, I that’s a pretty normal reaction too.”
“So, umm, Mary…” he said, struggling for something to say, “how long have you been on tonight?”
“Only since five, but I’m off early, at two.”
“So, what’s the plan after work?”
“I don’t really know. I didn’t really have any plans.”
“Do you want some plans?” he joked back.