Downfall/Bar Flirting R5 D3 F1B T2 A3

From Create Your Own Story

"It's magical," you say. You are out of practice when it comes to flirting - there has neither been need nor opportunity during the last decade - but you have a party trick that was usually well received. Instead of making a fool out of yourself by coming up with a lame pick-up line, you pull a card game out of your purse. You flick through the pile and take a card out. It's the Ace of Spades.

"Is this your card?" you ask the bartender.

"No?" She looks mildly amused, but she plays along, curious what's going to be the follow-up.

You shrug and put the card back into the pile. With overemphasized movements, you mix the pile twice, then fan the cards out. "Pick a card."

The bartender now looks intrigued. She hovers her hands over the cards, but looks at your face for telltale signs. You smile non-committal. The bartender chooses a card without moving her gaze away from your eyes. You hold her gaze a little longer than necessary, then say: "Look at your card now."

She turns the card. You know it worked because her eyes are getting bigger. Back in your teens, everyone told you conjuring tricks were lame. If only they could see her face right now...

"How'd you do that?" she exclaims.

You smile again. "I can't tell; magician's code. Are you up for another trick?"

"Yes."

You take a piece of paper, scribble something on it, and fold it. "Is this your name?" you ask her and hand her the paper. She curiously unfolds it and laughs. She holds the paper up to show Cate that written on it is "your name".

"My name is Tallulah," she says.

"I am Julianne, and this is the lovely Cate."

"Hello, lovely Cate."

"Tallulah; that is a pretty name," Cate says.

"Pretty old-fashioned."

"Say exotic next time, that's more fitting," you say. While you were performing your little trick, the guys at the far table hooked up with the two women. The dark haired hunk looks at the bar; he obviously can't wait to loosen some panties with drinks. "Looks like someone else wants your attention as well. They are looking impatient."

"I'm surprised they can look anywhere else but at the blonde's bust. I'll be right back." She goes over to take their orders. Cate looks at you, an uninterpretable look on her face.

"What?" you ask her. She doesn't answer, just keeps looking at you. "What?" you repeat.


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