This story contains explicit sexual content. It is not to be viewed by those under 18 years of age. The following story is fictitious. Any similarities to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental.nnBeth leaned over the bar, in between the two men. "Hey, Beth. What can I do for you?" asked Monday Night Mike. Monday Night Mike knew Beth very well. She was a very familiar face, among other body parts. nn"Hi Mike, can you put all of their drinks and their tips on the tab for my table?" nn"You got it," he replied.nnBergen's had two bartenders: Regular Mike and Monday Night Mike. All of the ladies who frequent Bergen's are fans of Monday Night Mike for the obvious reasons. He's an ex-fullback for the Redskins; drafted out of Florida State, he suffered a career ending injury in his first game. But that didn't stop him from becoming a personal fitness trainer and bartender. The women adored his wavy hair, cutoff shirts that exposed his barbed wire bearing biceps and his tight jeans. Beth learned to appreciate him more fully in Bergen's basement kitchen on several occasions.nnThis Monday night, Beth and her husband, Fred, came to Bergen's for a quick supper. The tavern is festive and loud, as it is one of Washington DC's favorite hangout for the college and political crowd.