She didn't seem like the type of girl you would expect to see sitting at the bar by herself, but you could find her sitting there every Friday. Thomas had his eyes on her that night, and even though it took a couple drinks and a lot of courage, he finally approached her.
"Hey. I'm Thomas."
She didn't even glace at him. She finished her drink in a modest gulp instead. "Yeah." was all she said.
Thomas fidgeted. "Uh...can I buy you a drink? Your glass is empty."
She turned her head, looked him up and down and smiled. "Have a seat, Thomas."
He exhaled and sat in the chair next to her.
"What are you drinkin?"
"Jack and Coke." she replied.
Thomas raised his eyebrows. "A whiskey girl, huh? Wouldn't have pegged you for that."
"And why is that?" she inquired, although she was pretty certain she knew the answer.
"I don't know very many hot girls that drink whiskey. Especially drink whiskey while wearing high heels."
She smiled again. "Yeah. Well do you often come to the comedy club to pick up high heel wearin' whiskey drinkin' hot chicks?"
Thomas laughed. "Nah. This place serves the best nachos. And my favorite comedian performs here. You ever see John Doe's stand up?"
She raised and eyebrow, interested. "Sure, he just finished his set a few minutes ago."
"That guy is fuckin hilarious!"
She didn't say anything, but she had an odd smile on her face. This guy was trying too hard to strike up conversation. Trying too hard to impress her. At least he bought her booze.
There was a voice behind them. "Hey, baby."
They turned to see the comedian John Doe standing there.
"Oh, John. I want you to meet a friend of mine," she said, "This is Thomas. He was nice enough to buy me a drink. Thomas, this is my boyfriend."
Thomas' eyes grew wide. "You're Hannah?!"
"Yeah...." John said, "This is my girlfriend. So, Thomas, did you like the show?"
Before Thomas could answer Hannah interrupted, "Babe, are you ready to go?"
"Well I was thinking we could stay for-"
"John, I'm pretty sure it's time to go." she said forcefully.
"Yeah, okay."
"Thanks for the drink," Hannah said. She took John's hand and they headed for the door.
"Are you sure you wanna go?" John asked, "Cuz you could always go blow Thomas in the bathroom before we leave."
"Shut the fuck up, John. You have no room to talk after last week with that seventeen year old whore. I swear to God, your eyes were just glued to her tits."
People turned and watched them leave the club, arguing as they went. Hannah's high heels were clicking on the floor and John was nodding to the familiar fans as he left.
He continued the argument,"Can you blame me? Those tits were HUGE!"
"You're such an asshole."
When they got to the car John opened the car door for her. Not because he considered himself a gentleman, but because he knew Hannah would bitch if he didn't. John sat in the passenger seat, wishing she would let him drive at least once in awhile. There was silence for awhile until John finally broke the silence.
"Can we pick up those nacho fry things?"
"Not until you say sorry for staring at that girls' tits."
John spoke carefully, "Okay....I'm not sorry. BUT, baby listen, your boobs are way better. They're perkier and just perfect. I promise. I'll stare at them for forty minutes if it will make you feel better. I'll motor boat. Them. I'll kiss them. I'll take my dick and-"
"Okay, okay!" Hannah stopped him, laughing. "We'll go get 'nacho fry things'. You know I love you, right?"
"I love you too."
"You're still an asshole."
"I know.
