04-28-2023, 02:10 AM
Idle chit-chat had been made by Alistair with the bartender while his sights were focused on a cute dark-haired female sitting by herself at the end of the bar. He was pent up and in need. A month had passed. At last, the jet lag had begun to wear off, and his tank of testosterone was overflowing. A low-cut black blouse and pearl earrings were worn by her, and her lips were perfectly lush. The tension was allowed to build between them by him, letting his glances enable her to invent stories in her head about who this man might be.
A bottle hitting the bar was heard by Alistair. His attention only half-given, he turned to look at the man who had sat down beside him. He wondered why the man had his own bottle.
Not really wanting to engage in chit-chat, "Rough night?" was half-heartedly blurted out by Alistair. As he turned away, he muttered under his breath, "And you look fucking terrible."
A bottle hitting the bar was heard by Alistair. His attention only half-given, he turned to look at the man who had sat down beside him. He wondered why the man had his own bottle.
Not really wanting to engage in chit-chat, "Rough night?" was half-heartedly blurted out by Alistair. As he turned away, he muttered under his breath, "And you look fucking terrible."