Just Another Happy Hour

Flash Flooding

She wrote her number on a napkin and dropped it in his suit pocket. She had the bartender bring him a drink on her and when the bartender brought it over he pointed her out. She nodded and smiled when he raised his glass in thanks. She unbuttoned one more button on her blouse when she went to the ladies room. She got off the barstool and sat around the piano listening to Sam J. singing and playing. She swiveled in her chair and let her skirt ride up showing more great leg. She had another drink and sang along on a couple of old standards. Her voice was good. She decided she needed to dance and went looking for her fantasy man. He was nowhere to be found. She went back to the bar and tried to figure out which of her actions turned him off.

Flash Flooding

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