2 Blondes Walk Into A Bar Novels & Stories

Brian sends me a soft smile, the words pouring out his mouth softly, with a wiggle in his brows. ”Oh it’s not that, I’m actually ma-” my words are cut short by Bianca giggling and grabbing my arm pulling me in the direction of the bar. “Get some alcohol into her and she will definitely be more chatty” she laughs following Liam in front of us, while Brain follows behind probably confused by Binaca cutting my words short. “What are you doing?” I whisper to her as we enter the beach-themed bar, a few people are littered around the sides, a drink or two in their grasp, and on the dance floor are multiple people vibing to the music being played.

They walked into the bar, and it was packed with people, all of them wearing leather or denim jackets with patches on them. Everyone was staring at them since we were unoccupied women. They sat at the bar and asked the bartender for a drink. Sunny asked for a Long Island iced tea, and Beth asked for the blue stuff. The bartender was female. She was probably in her late thirties. She had a unique sense of style. She had long, straight, platinum blonde hair with a black streak in the front and many cool tattoos. She passed them their drinks as she said, Enjoy, ladies!"

“I’m stepping outside for a smoke.” While I listen to the conversation that ensues, I try to inconspicuously look down the bar. I haven’t told anyone that I thought I recognized the blonde from the finale or that I was confident I’d awakened beside her at one time. These guys know me too well to believe my story. Yet with the bartenders and busy bar, my view is blocked. The stools are all filled, and there are people standing near the stools—blondes, brunettes, redheads, and even a few people with purple and green hair. I’m having trouble making anyone out until I zero in on a blonde near the end. She appears to be with a man. They’re talking with their heads together. From this view all I c

It had to be a sin for 3 gorgeous women to be together like that he thought. Jaxton also thought this is the beginning of a sexy joke, a brunette, blonde, and redhead walk into a biker bar. “Trouble times 3 just walked in the door. Alert the officers,” Jaxton told Ice. “Are those the girls Cowboy invited?” Ice asked. “Got to be, spread the word the brunette is off limits she's going to be fucked by me first.” Jaxton ordered. “Small tits, but a nice ass you can grip. Nice pieces all 3 are, but redheads are my thing,” Ice grinned.

With the medium speed, the car was driven to the nearest bar, excatly it was still in Red Iris Pack. Around ten minutes onwards, they arrived at the bar named with 'Sparkling Night' written at the glowing board being placed on the top of its buildimg roof. When the entered, the remixed songs combined with the house type melody was heard. As the supplementary of the loud noises, the crowd of various people dancing on the floor. Even, some of them were dancing in pairs, with their couples. Without being bothered with the noisy vibes and envious views of the loving birds around, Harper and Eleanor walked to the counter where a few of bartenders were busy mixing the drinks for the certain custom

he said to the man who nodded and let us in. He seems like a regular visitor here. The lively music and the roar of the crowd assaulted my ears as Luca and I entered. Dim wisteria lights and white fog enveloped the club, creating an atmospheric backdrop as people danced to the rhythm. "Let's grab a drink, alright?" Luca suggested. We navigated through the bustling crowd, making our way to the bar. "What can I get you both?" A blonde lady asked from behind the bar. "Uhm are you sure you want to get drinks? We might get drunk" I tugged at his shirt.

Marjan clapped her hands together. "Yeah! Let's go! " Reema cheered. "What if Mom and Granny smell alcohol on me?" I gasped at the idea. "I brought three toothbrushes and toothpaste with me." Marjan gave us a mischievous smile. "God! Marjan, you're something!" Reema chuckled. We walked towards the bar. There were now few people because everyone was busy dancing on the dance floor. A handsome-looking bartender with brown hair and grey eyes came toward us. "Hey, sexy ladies! What can I get for you?" He asked with a mischievous smile.

I walk across to the bar I keep in my office and pour myself half a glass of Irish whisky, knocking it back in one gulp, then I spin around and hurl the glass at the opposite wall. 'Fuck that, my little tigress, you are coming back to me if I have to have you dragged back by force.' I snarl, then head out down to the club area where my men are enjoying some downtime with the bunnies. Everywhere I look, my guys have women in various states of undress: Trixie, Lucy, Barbie, and Rosie. 'Yeah, you can guess with names like that exactly what kind of women they are.' At the bar,r Laney pours me another shot of whisky and gives me a wide come-on grin,

, I spin on my heels, turning toward the table with women. “Yes, they are.”, I smile “Girls, are you thinking the same as me?”, the girl with long blonde hair says, giving a bold smile. “That you need those boots, but not more than I do, my dear”, the woman with red hair takes a sip of her drink. “As for me, I don't just want those boots, I also want your Balenciaga bag, my dear”, the brunette retorts. The three of them laugh together, as if this were funny. I follow along just to be polite. I think I'm polite, since, until now, I haven't said anything to Dominique, even though he deserves it.

She'd never been there solo. The moment she walked in, she realized that she'd found what she was looking for. Behind the bar was a suave looking man whose face looked concerned when Red came in the door. Red noticed a group of three men in the otherwise deserted establishment sitting at a back table . . . black suits, black gloves and sunglasses indoors. 'Hellspawn,' she thought with almost sadistic satisfaction. "Hey, we don't want no trouble in here," the bartender said. "Get used to disappointment," the redhead said as she closed the door behind her.