"Sorry," you mutter. "This seat is taken." She nods and walks further into the bar, away from you. You watch her walk away, admiring her tight ass, but your attention is turned back towards the waitress, who has brought you your beer.
"Here you go, sir. That'll be two sevety-five." You smile and reach for your wallet. Feeling saucy, you hand over your credit card.
"You going to be here for a while, then?" she asks cheerfully. You smile and nod.
"What's your name?" you ask. "Veronica. Most people call me Ronnie, though."
Ronnie proves a dedicated waitress, and she always finds time in the night to make sure your beer is full. The music is alright, and eventually Ronnie comes to sit beside you, having finished her shift.
She's an energetic talker, and an interesting person to talk to. She's smart, getting a second degree at the local college and funding herself by waitressing.
Before you know it, you're completely trashed. Ronnie is holding you up, laughing as you try to hold yourself up.
"You've had enough, buddy. Do you want me to take you home?" |