The bar is a lively place, not packed to the walls, but just full enough that you get the worst table in the room. The only table left, and the band isn't even here yet.
You finally catch the waitress' attention, and you do a double take when she turns around. She shatters the scene around you with an earth shaking smile. Her face is beautiful, framed by sandy hair, a gentle yellow-brown. She's wearing tight jeans, with a nice figure. Perhaps not a supermodel, but her perky personality is evidenced in everything she does.
You somehow manage to get your order out, and she bounces away.
As you watch her leave, you are shaken from your reverie by a slender, lithe woman who has wrapped herself in leather clothing.
"Do you mind if I sit here? My brother's the lead singer of the band, and I'm leaving tomorrow. I won't get to see him for at least another year. |