A Girl's Night Out/“I like it sweet.”
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“I thought so,” she says, bending down and pulling something out of what sounds like a bucket of ice. She holds up the cold, frosted bottle labeled “Newcastle”. “You might like this one, then. Bit of a sweet aftertaste.”
Grasping the top firmly in her palm, she gives the cap a firm twist and hands the bottle to you. “Thanks,” you say, the glass chilling your fingers. You take a sip. It’s a dark beer with a pleasant flavor. She’s right about the aftertaste.
“Good?”
You nod. She grins. “Glad to hear it. So, this your first time at a gay bar?”
Another swig. Your mouth feels warm. “Yeah. I turned 21 a few days ago.”
“You serious?” Her green eyes widen a bit, clearly interested. “I thought you’d just never had a good beer. Now you’re gonna tell me you’ve never kissed a girl either.”
Your cheeks burn a little. “How do you even find other girls?”
Her gaze turns sympathetic. “It can be pretty hard when you’re younger. Sometimes it just happens though, like with a friend.”
The idea of a friend actually falling back in love with you is entirely alien. You plunk your bottle down on the counter, half empty. “Maybe I’m unlucky.”
“Maybe.” She picks up the bottle and takes a small sip. “Or maybe you were just saving up your luck to find this place.” Setting it back down beside your hand, she takes the opportunity to lightly brush your knuckles with her fingertips. Her green eyes crackle mischievously, and her lips part into a knowing smile. “That’s on me, by the way.”
She leaves to attend to another customer. Your whole body is tingling, and not from the alcohol.
Stay and wait for the bartender to come around your area again.
