Last Call At The Red Lion
A daring night at the pub leads to a steamy, boundary-pushing encounter, testing limits and deepening bonds. The Red Lion lay quiet, its earlier clamour softened into a stillness that clung to the worn wood and dying embers in the hearth. Last call had slipped by unnoticed, and the landlord, Terry, had vanished—likely out back wrestling bins or scrubbing tables—leaving the pub to its final souls. Kevin sprawled in a booth, one arm slung over the backrest, the other cradling a pint gone flat, its bitterness dulled by neglect. Bes...