2 Blondes Walk Into A Bar Mga Nobela at Kwento

The high-heeled sandals gave her extra height and extra allure. Yuan gave her a missed call, which meant that they’re already in front of her building. When they arrived at Gypsys, they immediately found themselves a spot in the center of the bar. “It had to be in the middle of the floor, huh?” Adrienne rolled her eyes at Jill and Yuan. “Of course. This is where the action is!” Jill replied, laughing. A group of guys entered and walked to the bar in front of the bartender as if that spot was reserved for them.

He raises his voice when he says the last part so AJ can hear him, and the bartender looks up from the drink he’s pouring for a customer nearby. “Whatever, man,” AJ laughs, but I’m no longer looking in his direction. Instead, I’m scanning the faces of the clubgoers gathered around the bar, my hackles raising. Jason and AJ know the members of our pack, being part of it themselves, meaning the mystery blonde here with Shay tonight isn’t pack. And I have a pretty good guess as to who she is. My suspicions are confirmed when AJ finishes mixing up the cocktail and delivers it to the other side of the bar.

The dance floor was in the middle as the sexual music played so loud you could barely hear yourself think. Vincent and Gabrial led us to the bar and ordered beers for themselves. Then looked at us for what we wanted. “Jack, neat.” I said. Every since pair of eyes, except Jason, looked at me like I just grew three heads. “What?” “Nothing, here you go ma’am.” the bartender said. “Cranberry and vodka,” Claudia said “Blue moon” Ben said. “Same” Samuel said. “Jack too.” Jason said and smiled at me. I shook my head and laughed. He always tries to keep up with me but never can.

Ugh, gross. Holding my focus on them a little while longer I eventually notice that 2 of the 3 women were actually from earlier. The same two who attempted to crawl into the laps of my men, Lucus and Grant’s lap to be more precise. “YOU!” screams the blonde barbie, apparently recovering first from my quick appearance into the room.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

Bonito points across the bar at a long-legged blonde. “Sweet Jeeeezus, put your hand down,” Chicha hisses hiding behind her hand, light bouncing off of her red acrylic nails. “Did you see that, now they’re looking at us now? Holy Mary Mother of God, why do I try to do anything with you buffoons." “You know what, guys, I’m just going to go over there,” I point to an open stool at the bar. They don’t even notice me leaving.