"Let's go walk back to the other bar." JJ suggested. Even though it was pretty cold, she decided a quick walk wouldn't hurt.
Less than 10 feet from the bar she regretted her decision. Though he was only wearing one thin white t-shirt, JJ took off his jacket and put it around her. She tried not to accept it, but he insisted he ran hot anyway.
A few steps later, she was suddenly flat on her back on the ground. Her glasses were off of her face and she had no idea what happened. JJ was helping her up, and she was reaching for her specs and relieved to find them unharmed.
"I was literally turning around to tell you about the black ice on the ground. Are you okay?"
She took inventory and realized she'd put out the heel of her left hand down to catch herself, and all of her weight had come down on it. It was already starting to swell. They got back to the bar and she ordered a drink strictly to put on her hand.
She told the bartender about her fall, and he kissed her palm better.
"Who is this guy? And what happened to your other friends?" The bartender asked.
"He's my friend! The other ones went home. I'm not allowed to have friends now?"
He smirked and shook his head.
She and JJ continued to drink and play arcade games, and sat around kissing for a little bit before her hand swelled up more and she felt she had to drive home while she still could.
"I have to go home. My hand hurts so bad." The bartender's cute smile turned downward, and he extended his hand to her good hand to hoist her upper body over the bar, and he tapped his cheek for a kiss...and turned in at the last moment. She laughed at him, knowing he was just doing it because JJ was standing right there.
She drove JJ back to his car, and his kiss seemed slightly more urgent than the last. She laughed to herself...looks like her bartender friend had his desired effect.
