Literature
one time mistake
Beneath the strobe of lights, the stench of a mix between alcohol and expensive cologne, of bodies dancing grinding against each other to a blasting electronic music, stood a (hair color) beauty behind the bar counter. Expertly fixing drinks to her patrons while exchanging pleasantries every once in a while, all while making sure that their hands were off the merchandise – herself and the drinks.
She handled her drinks with precision, almost like she was dancing with them, producing a mighty show as she goes, never missing a beat to the music, before producing a sweet concoction.
"Hi sweetheart," a voice croons. Looking up from her (hai
