He scoped the bar out looking for his next ‘victim.’
Bar’s had to be one of the greatest places to find girls. They came out specifically to drink, listen to live music, and get picked up. Not to mention they dressed slutty to attract every guy’s attention, and to get a free drink or two.
That is when he spotted her. She was sitting alone at a table bordering the stage watching the horrible band try to cover crappy 80’s ballads.
Her small hands held up her perfectly shaped chin as she stared intently at the band. She had her beautiful black hair pulled back into a messy bun on the back of her head. It was held up by a silver butterfly clip that had small gems all over it. Her ears adorned many different pieces of jewelry , although the big peace sign plugs in her lobes caught his attention the most. Her nose was small and came up slightly at the tip. Her eyes were lined in black and her eye lids were covered in purple shadow, making her bright hazel orbs pop. She had a beautifully shaped face, not to skinny and not to fat. Her jaw line was structured like a goddess. A long black flowing peasant skirt was worn around her hips falling down to her brown moccasins. She wore a white long sleeve shirt with bell sleeves and a stunning sparrow necklace around her neck.
He watched her from afar as she sang along to a few of the songs, her gorgeous mouth making him imagine what it would be like to kiss her precious pink lips.
He took tender sips from the straw that was inside his glass of Jack Daniels and Coke. He watched as she drank Coors Light like it was water.
“My kind of girl.” He muttered to himself.
After he had drunk two Jack and Coke’s he felt more than comfortable approaching her. He went to the bar, ordered another drink for himself and a Coors Light for her.
“Hello my lady.” He said, walking up to her table. “May I have a seat?” He smiled, giving her a smile that no women could ever resist.
“Of course.” She yelled over the band. She returned the smile and began to blush as he handed her the drink. “Thank you.”
“Anything for beautiful women such as yourself.”
They sat in a comfortable silence as they watched the band play a few more songs before the decided to take a break.
She looked over at him and he smiled at her. She sheepishly put her head down and blushed again.
“So what is your name, love?” He asked sipping from his drink.
“Lilly.” She answered running her finger along the opening of the bottle.
“A beautiful name to match a beautiful girl.” He again gave her that smile that made her feel as though she was going to melt.
“What is your name?” She asked finishing her drink.
“Zackary.”
“I like that name. Can I call you Zee?” She asked.
“You can call me anything you want, Lilly.” She shuttered at the way he said her name. It was unbelievably sexy. “Can I buy you another drink?”
“Yes.”
An hour and a half later, and as the band was getting ready to finish their set Zackary knew it was time to make his move.
Him and Lilly had pulled their chairs closer to each other as the show had progressed. He put an arm around her shoulders.
She laid her head against his chest and giggled. She was very drunk. She couldn’t even remember how many beers Zackary had bought her.
As she laid her head on his chest Zackary ran his fingers up and down her arms, feeling the goose bumps he left behind.
He couldn’t believe how easy she was making this.
“Would you like to get out of here, Lilly?” He whispered in her ear, his lips lightly touching her lobe.
“Yes.” She muttered, smiling a drunken smile.
Bar’s had to be one of the greatest places to find girls. They came out specifically to drink, listen to live music, and get picked up. Not to mention they dressed slutty to attract every guy’s attention, and to get a free drink or two.
That is when he spotted her. She was sitting alone at a table bordering the stage watching the horrible band try to cover crappy 80’s ballads.
Her small hands held up her perfectly shaped chin as she stared intently at the band. She had her beautiful black hair pulled back into a messy bun on the back of her head. It was held up by a silver butterfly clip that had small gems all over it. Her ears adorned many different pieces of jewelry , although the big peace sign plugs in her lobes caught his attention the most. Her nose was small and came up slightly at the tip. Her eyes were lined in black and her eye lids were covered in purple shadow, making her bright hazel orbs pop. She had a beautifully shaped face, not to skinny and not to fat. Her jaw line was structured like a goddess. A long black flowing peasant skirt was worn around her hips falling down to her brown moccasins. She wore a white long sleeve shirt with bell sleeves and a stunning sparrow necklace around her neck.
He watched her from afar as she sang along to a few of the songs, her gorgeous mouth making him imagine what it would be like to kiss her precious pink lips.
He took tender sips from the straw that was inside his glass of Jack Daniels and Coke. He watched as she drank Coors Light like it was water.
“My kind of girl.” He muttered to himself.
After he had drunk two Jack and Coke’s he felt more than comfortable approaching her. He went to the bar, ordered another drink for himself and a Coors Light for her.
“Hello my lady.” He said, walking up to her table. “May I have a seat?” He smiled, giving her a smile that no women could ever resist.
“Of course.” She yelled over the band. She returned the smile and began to blush as he handed her the drink. “Thank you.”
“Anything for beautiful women such as yourself.”
They sat in a comfortable silence as they watched the band play a few more songs before the decided to take a break.
She looked over at him and he smiled at her. She sheepishly put her head down and blushed again.
“So what is your name, love?” He asked sipping from his drink.
“Lilly.” She answered running her finger along the opening of the bottle.
“A beautiful name to match a beautiful girl.” He again gave her that smile that made her feel as though she was going to melt.
“What is your name?” She asked finishing her drink.
“Zackary.”
“I like that name. Can I call you Zee?” She asked.
“You can call me anything you want, Lilly.” She shuttered at the way he said her name. It was unbelievably sexy. “Can I buy you another drink?”
“Yes.”
An hour and a half later, and as the band was getting ready to finish their set Zackary knew it was time to make his move.
Him and Lilly had pulled their chairs closer to each other as the show had progressed. He put an arm around her shoulders.
She laid her head against his chest and giggled. She was very drunk. She couldn’t even remember how many beers Zackary had bought her.
As she laid her head on his chest Zackary ran his fingers up and down her arms, feeling the goose bumps he left behind.
He couldn’t believe how easy she was making this.
“Would you like to get out of here, Lilly?” He whispered in her ear, his lips lightly touching her lobe.
“Yes.” She muttered, smiling a drunken smile.
