Ever pick up a stranger at a bar? James has. Many times. However, there’s something bizarre about the woman he’s picked up tonight. Something he can’t quite put his finger on, but, maybe he’s thinking too much or is he? Will this be his last pick up?
Here’s my chance, he thought as he stood up and wiped his suit. Walking as casual as he could, he held onto the bar to make sure he wouldn’t fall down. Then he sat next to the woman, who smiled at him again.
“Haven’t seen you around. Is it your first time in this bar?” He slurred his words as he said them.
She chuckled. “No, I’m here every Friday. I see you go with different girls all the time. You’re very popular.”
“Yes, well huh,” Jimmy managed to babble out.
“No worries, that’s exactly what I’m looking for,” She grinned and pressed her hand on his inner thigh.