My Fancy Red Patent Shoes

Every now & then, I let the girls from work talk me into going out for a beer; tonight was one of those nights. I mostly sat alone in the loud bar, watching the other girls' purses while they mingled & danced and talked loudly, my tired feet resting on the top of another bar stool. I kept one eye on the purses, the other admiring my pretty red patent t-strap shoes, until most of the girls paired-up and I was finally allowed to leave without too much up-roar.