It was a late Friday night and you had just got off your second shift at about 10:30; and man you where ready for something to wipe away all the stupid you had experienced during that shift. A nice Moscow Mule or a standard Old Fashioned might help with that; or three, or maybe five. So you decided to go to this bar on the east side of downtown your coworkers had recommended to you saying that all the chicks you met there where all at minimum 7's or 8's; and the guys there weren't half bad either. The place looked pretty standard when you where outside: just a brick-faced old style dive bar with neon beer signs in the window. Apparently they cooked BBQ there because you could smell that amazing smoke outside of probably applewood and hickory.

Going in you could hear the music playing louder as the door swung open and man the place was something out of an 80's music video. A classic jukebox was over int he corner lit up like a Christmas tree with many people seated at tables around the place and bar stools lining the bar opposite the door you came in. The hardwood floor gave way and if the place wasn't so loud you're sure it would squeak pretty bad. You walk over to the bar and sit down and flag the barman down.

"Kentucky Mule, easy on the ice please."

With a nod he goes about finishing your drink order. When you hear someone on your right side sassily talk to you.

"Kentucky Mule? Look at you with your slightly refined tastes." You look over to see a jackalope in a crimson dress with a martini in front of her on the bar.
"You really like bourbon or you just don't want to order a Moscow Mule like everyone else to be unique?" The tone in her voice feels like she's more like a friend giving you some light-hearted teasing rather than properly insulting you. That or you're so tiered you couldn't care at this point.

"Well, being a kid who actually got decent alcohol when I was in college kinda spoiled me for the rest of my life. So vodka doesn't really do it for me." You look over at her and notice she has a bit of a cheeky smile on her face, it's actually kinda cute.

"Hah, fair enough. But then again that just means you haven't had proper vodka then." Her eyes start to wander around you known, she looks you up and down and sees you're pretty worse for wear.

"Oh? Well what would you recommend?"

"I could make a few suggestions, firstly, never go for anything under 20 bucks' always a sign of it being rocket fuel rather than proper vodka. Then you want proper..." You start to trail off listening to her her, not on purpose, mostly by how tired you are. At this point you hear her going on about potato vs wheat vodka and your eyes drift south a bit then you notice it.: a slight bulge that leaves not much to the imagination as to what's in her pocket.

"Oh, I see you've notice my little weapon there." Her saying something so direct wakes you up and you start to blush with embarrassment that she saw you looking.
"Don't worry, I don't mind you looking. And trust me it works just fine hun."

You sit there still a little dumbfounded, and you notice the pokies of her nipples through her dress now; she obviously likes it when people stare. She picks up on your embarrassment and gets even more flirtatious.

"You know, you can find out if you really like it back at my place. But first, care for a drink darling?"

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