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And then her eyes lit up, brow cocked and another smile over her glossed lips. "I think you can change that quite easily; I get the feeling you're the kind of guy who breaks a few hearts."
"And a few other things." the blonde giggled, she found it cute? or perhaps intimidating? either way it made her ask the barman for a pen and a napkin.
"Well, unfortunately, I'm at a hen do with a friend of mine. I know, married at eighteen, kinda wild, but...I think we could meet up for a drink some time, if meeting with a pretty stranger barely in her twenties is something you would love to do." she started to scribble her digits down. Her handwriting was cute.
"That sounds good, I think an eighteen-year-old like me needs that."
"You can tell me why next Friday? I have classes, and a bridesmaid job for a frat boy and sorority marriage...I'm Mia."
"Pleased to meet you Mia, I'm Tim."
She smiled, blushing a hint of red over her cheeks before sliding the napkin over the counter. "Call me." she sealed out interaction with a wink, and left, swaying her hips to make her fat ass sway with her. I followed her with my eyes, taking a sip of the alcohol as I did. Claire made me love pear shaped women. Alanah made me lust for stacked women...But in general, all women are goddesses.
The End (Or not).
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 2 years agoWhat??? You had to have gotten tired of writing this because what the fuck was that!! All a sudden alanah just moves away no more mention of claire and some bitch in a bar tries to pull some mysterious look at me I'm sexy goofy as shit like what??? Fuck mia or whatever the hell her name is where the fuck is hana????
