(https://images.indianexpress.com/2019/01/party-2.jpg)<br/><br/>Chris let go of her hand for a moment to squeeze past a few patrons and nestled up against the bar, trying to grab the already busy bartenders attentions. When he looked back, he didn't see his wife and a sense of panic jolted threw his body.<em> Fuck, did she have second thoughts and run back to the car?</em>he thought to himself, worried. Finally he saw her, they locked eyes and he waved emphatically for her to join him at the bar.  He ordered two strong Long Island Ice Tea's, as he too needed something strong to take the edge off.  He opened a tab, handing the bartender his card, and took a sip of the drink, approving it's taste and strength.  Denise finally managed to work her way through the crowd, awkwardly though because anytime she twisted and turned, or had someone bump abasing her she had to straighten the dress.<br/><br/>"Thought you got scared and ran off!" Chris told her, leaning in to chat into her ear because of the loud music muffled any normal conversation.<br/>"Got you a Long Island, should help you relax some" he smiled, took another sip, and again told his wife how beautiful she looked. As Chris scanned the crowd, the place was definitely live and the talk of the town, but they were by far the oldest couple in the place. The married couple mingled with one another awkwardly by the bar, but it soon became apparent that while she drew the looks and stares from the 20- something crowd, nobody was going to approach her with her husband by her side. Reluctantly Chris knew he would have to give her space.<br/><br/>"Babe, I'm gonna go use the restroom and then find a corner to hangout in, to give you some space.  Just relax, be yourself.  If you need another drink, put it on my tab.  Have fun, but not too much without me!" he teased.  "And if a guy gets too creepy, just brush your hair behind your ear, or scratch your elbow, a signal of some sort and I'll swoop in and rescue you, Deal?"  He smiled, grabbed Denise's large round ass threw the sequence dress and bolted for the restroom to relieve himself.  He dodged and weaved the kids on the dance floor, shielded his eyes from the occasional strobe light that blinded him, and found a short-line outside of the men's room.   A few minutes later, he felt refreshed, slightly buzzed from the drink and wine from earlier.  He gathered his bearings, and searched around the bar area hoping to spot his wife, knowing she would stand out in the dress and heels.