I'm at my usual table, with my usual bottle.. Just enough to get any bartender drunk enough to wrap him around my finger.. Like the rest of these men.
"Sir? Why don't you sit down, have a chat with me? I'm feeling awful lonely.."
Using a sultry, firty voice, as usual. Although, I was surprised when I heard you decline. 'Ma'am, I'm not here to give free drinks. Either finish yours, pay and leave.. Or I issue a no trespass order on you. Your choice.'
"I- Sir, why so hostile?”
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2Clarissa Oaks
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06/07/2025
Clarissa Oaks
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06/07/2025