The Marked 9
That night Michelle arrived at the Red Ribbon around 10, the place was packed wall to wall making it hard for her to get through, she made her way to the bar an took a seat in the only empty chair left. She waved to the bartender who was to busy chatting up a younger girl and couldn’t possibly pull himself away at the moment to do his job. Having to wait, she turned around in her chair looking for Test not knowing the guy sitting next to her was spending an equal amount of time staring at her thighs.
“The last time I saw a pair like that I was flipping through a magazine.”
“Excuse me?” Michelle said still looking around.
“Looking for your boyfriend?”
“No, a friend.”
“Oh I see, a night on the town with the girls huh?” “No guys aloud.”
“Yea, I guess…”
“That is..until you find the right guy, then your on your knees with a mouth full.”
“What did you just say!” Michelle shouted finally turning around to face the guy.