It was just my typical Friday night, alone, people watching at my local tavern. The bar was more crowded than usual, but that just added to my viewing pleasure. I glanced toward the door as it opened and I saw her enter. A beautiful brunette with smoldering eyes and a confident walk. She came in, slowly looking to her right and left, and I could tell she was sizing up the crowd. She was looking very sexy and it was obvious that she spent quite some time preparing for her Friday night. I imagined her thinking, how am I going to get paid for all my efforts tonight. Can’t put this kind of work into getting ready and not get something out of it. Maybe some free drinks, maybe a great kiss, maybe more, who knows. The night was young and she looked ready for action.
She hadn’t noticed me, which was not unusual as I tend to meld into the scenery. That was alright with me as I generally preferred watching the game and not playing it. I wondered who she would choose? Would she approach him? Or would she attract her prey? These questions were running through my head, when she suddenly looked right at me. Our eyes locked and time froze. The stare lasted forever but somehow didn’t feel uncomfortable. She walked directly over to me, never looking away, holding the mesmerizing gaze between us.
“Hi. Wanna buy me a drink?”
“Sure.”
Oh, it’s on.
Flash Fiction as always provided by the kind people over at www.diminishedfifth.blogspot.com those people of course being one mister grimace.
Rules are as always: 250 words
Theme: compensation
Phrase for the week: came in slowly
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