| Straight: Strangers: Consolation Prize (3/8) |
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lifting my eyes from her piercing I answered smiling “Yep. I’m a big fan.” She laughed and only then did I look up into her kohl streaked eyes. The make-up was running down over her cheeks and jaw to drip onto Betty below. I liked the way she obviously knew what was happening to her previously precisely administered make-up and didn’t care in the slightest. “Care to buy a girl a drink?” “Are you going to pour this one all over yourself again?” I quizzed. “Nope, I only do that with water and right now I’d like a Bison Vodka.” At this point I will describe myself. I’m 35 years of age, just over 6’ and slim build with short black hair. I’m fairly good looking; not sure if the grey appearing round my temples makes me look distinguished or not, but I know I am no Brad Pitt. Smiling back at her, I led the way to the bar. I attracted the attention of the barmaid from earlier. She nodded to me and after a minute she came over with a glass of a clear, slightly oily looking drink. “I didn’t order this,” I shouted over the din. “It’s the only thing Lorna drinks; hell, she’s the only one who drinks it anyway.” Looking over my shoulder, ‘Lorna’ smiled and shrugged. I placed the rest of the order, paid and grabbed the drinks. Lorna led the way through the club to the far wall where there were some hi-tables. I watched her hips swing beneath her skirt, noticing the trendy trainers on her feet. She managed to find an empty table and we slid in behind it. I placed her vodka and my whiskey on the table, then pulled a fresh bottle of water from my back pocket and placed it between our drinks. She looked at the bottle and raised an eyebrow; I shrugged my shoulders in reply, earning a smile. “So…” I began. “Why you?” she interrupted. “I was wondering.” I looked round the dance floor at all the young studs closer to her age. “Well, they’re all just grope ‘n fumble material and this ain’t a large town… and I guess you’re a stranger round these parts” “Oh. I’ve been here before.” “Not in this club you haven’t!” “True,” I replied. “So what brings to our little ‘burb?” “Would you believe I’m an assistant tree surgeon?” “No… I figure you’re in banking or the like,” she replied, a little too close to the truth. “Well in my soul I want to look after trees… so what about you?” “Oh, I just work in one of the local factories, very humdrum.” We paused in our conversation to sip our drinks, both looking the other over. To be honest she looked a mess with her make-up streaked all down her face, but the slight grin playing round her lips and the obvious “couldn’t give a fuck” attitude made up for it. And there was no doubt in my mind that once the kohl was removed, and hopefully her clothing too, she was a good-looking girl. “So are we going to chit-chat for an hour or two, dance the old |
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straight strangers
