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“Again, the same.” She pretended not to see highly raised bartender's eyebrows.
“Are you sure? Sixth Long Island?” The bartender asked worried
“Yes, Mom.” She snorted irritably.
The bartender let go. At the edge of the frosted glass he took a slice of lemon. She looked bored with her eyes, as he slowly gets into the glass vodka, tequila, rum and gin. Then with a bit of cola the drink was in her hand. With a cautious movement, she brought a glass to myself.
"Interesting, when this is all so fucked up healthily." She started philosophical considerations after alcohol and mumbled to herself. “I did not come here for that. Grim thoughts I was able to do as well in front of the TV.”
“It would be a great loss if you did it in front of the TV.” Hearing this, she choked on a drink. She turned her head in her right and looked at the shiny blue eyes.
The man standing next to her was gorgeous. Dark blond hair, light beard, impressive physique, and eyes you could get lost in.
He stood by the railing in the VIP’s section and drank another whiskey that evening. His sister's club was filled as always on Friday. He looked at his watch and thought he would spend another hour here. If after that time he does not leave the club with a horny girl, he will take his fate with dignity and spend the rest of Friday at home in front of the TV. Unfortunately, for the time being, nothing was predicting an evening full of impressions. In Verdant, as always, was filled with dressed up girls waiting for a free drink and hot 30-year-olds looking for a non-binding adventure. None of them seemed so nice that he wanted to spend a obligatory hour talking about nothing and then taking the girl to her apartment.
“What's up buddy?” Tommy almost screamed in his ear, trying to break through the rumbling bass. “All pretty chicks, already occupied, ha?”
“It looks…” he didn’t finish his sentence because he saw her. She stood at the main bar downstairs. Curly blond hair fell on her exposed shoulder. The pink short dress perfectly hugged her hips in all of the right ways, showing off her amazing ass. Which was enough to turn him on. Immediately his head was filled with images how he could have some fun with that ass. The stubborn voice of a friend brought him down to reality.
“Oliver are you listening to me? Who are you looking at?“ Tommy's gaze wandered towards pink dress. “Oh, what an ass? But is not your usual type.”
“You're right. She’s not.” Oliver finished his whiskey in one gulp and handed the glass to a friend. With a cocky smile he added over his shoulder. “But somehow, I don’t mind.”
Oliver approached the girl in the pink dress without taking his eyes off her. It seemed that she didn’t notice his presence spoke to herself. She didn’t look crazy and her little speech made a smile on his face. So he leaned toward her and said.
“It would be a great loss if you did it in front of the TV.” She turned her head and opened her eyes wide. Then she blinked a few times and turned her head back and took another sip from her glass.
“For you, for sure.” She said still not looking at him.