A Night At The Bar

A Night At The Bar
By John A. Sturgeon

After making sure that his black Jaguar had the alarm on Hank walked into the bar stressed from work.He had a few drinks and enjoyed himself for a while then he noticed a sexy thing walking by. She was hot her ebony legs showing from under her dark purple miniskirt, her tube top the color of the nighttime sky, he walked up to her and started to make small talk."Whats your favorite band?" he asks really uninterested in the answer."The Rolling Stones, Mick Jagger might be ugly as the sun is hot but he's a good singer what's yours?" she replies taking a swallow of her wild grape vodka. "Drowning Pool, what's your favorite food?" he asks strategically letting her drink more before he goes in for the kill."clam chowder, what's yours?" she replies not noticing his plan and drinking more of her vodka through her straw. "mangoes", hey I think you've had a little too much too drink i'll give you a ride home if you want" he replies with a telling smile. "Actually I have a friend picking me up but she's been asinine lately so I can tell her I have a ride if you want."she replies with her eyes sparkling like shiny pennies in the light.Realizing the friend might hurt his chances if she knew he wrote down his number and replied "i'll give you my number and you can call me later i'll just let your friend pick you up so she don't get pissed" he replies handing her the slip of paper that turned out to be part of a feminist newspaper that was on the counter.
Curiously the girl read the words typed on the other side it was something about the world leaders and a space ship but she ignored it. After a few minutes a girl came in wearing threadbare jeans and held an old tarnished key telling the girl who was named Melanie that it was time to go escorting her to a green truck and driving off as Hank thought to himself "I wonder if she'll call" as he watched them drive off getting into his Jaguar.