Father-son Bonding

Sara finished getting dressed while asking, "what kind of stuff would you do with Brad?"
"Mainly watch the game and catch up."
"We can start there, but let's do it at a bar!" replied Sara getting her shoes on at the door, "I want to see what it is like on the other side."
"What about me, mainly my face!" exclaimed John, gesticulating at his face. Sara rummaged through the stuff from her purse. She put some stuff in her pockets, but handed sun glasses to her dad.
"Do you have a hat somewhere?" asked Sara. John got his fathers hat, which now fit him. He looked in the mirror, noting the face of a woman trying to hide herself on the shoulders of a man.
"Better than nothing, right? Let's go," declared Sara as she opened the door, "Ladies first." she said. John scowled. They got into the truck and John started to drive to his favorite bar on autopilot, but then decided to go to a random place on the way, hoping to avoid his friends. Sara spent most of the trip talking about how much she enjoyed real pockets in her jeans and not having her boobs assaulted by the seatbelt.
When they got to the bar, they took a seat at a high table and a waitress Tammi came over to take their order and check out Sara. The waitress looked a little shocked when John asked for a Guinness, asking if he had a cold. Sara giggled with her deep rumbling voice, making a noise that John didn't know if there was a word for. A few moments later, Tammi came back with an appletini for Sara and the Guinness of John. Her eyes lingered on Sara when she asked if there was anything else she could do for them.
"How's it going?" asked Sara.
John tried to grunt, but found it came out more of sign before saying, "Could be better.It's a bit about hard to be alone again after 26 years, but I can distract himself with work."
"what about therapy?"
"See, Brad wouldn't suggest that. He'd just say something like 'sorry to hear that dad'"
"But that's not the right answer."
"But it is father/son bonding," countered John.
"Our father/son bonding will be different. Look, it must be tough that mom did what she did, but you can't just distract yourself. You need to process this." The rest of the 1st half of the football back was the two going back and forth about how to move forward. Tammi came back asking if they wanted anything, to which Sara replied another Guinness with 20 wings wings and rootbeer float. When Tammi left, she winked at her dad, "I'm going to have anything I want, because now I don't have to worry about it going to my thighs." John sigh/grunted again. The second half started and the two were quiet for the first few plays.
"Do you and Brad talk about girls?"
John took a second. They usually did, especially after his girlfriend Amy left for Europe, but he didn't want to tell his daughter that. In that moment Sara said, "I guess you do. Tammi looks cute. I like her hair style with those braids."
"Her hair is nice," replied John cautiously, sipping from his beer that just arrived.
"She has nice ass too. What do you think?"
"I don't know how to reply to that."
"Honestly would be best."
"Well, it does look nice in those jean shorts."
"You sleazy old man!" laughed Sara hitting her father in the arm, knocking him back, "I better watch out, I don't know my own strength. Just kidding dad. I think it's my body, but I'm looking at girls differently. Their boobs just seem...different. Normally, they are just there when I talk to my friends, but now I actually notice them."
"Welcome to a man's world I guess," John said after finishing his beer. Sara flagged down Tammi and ordered another one. By the 4th quarter and John's 5th beer, the two were talking about the plays in the game, the cup size of the women at the bar and going out again like this. Tammi gave Sara her number on the check, causing Sara to gloat to her father.
Getting off the stools, John staggered a bit, so Sara grabbed the truck keys to drive them back to John's place