2 Blondes Walk Into A Bar Novels & Stories

, 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.

Aria’s Pov The restaurant buzzed with the usual weekend crowd—brunch-goers sipping on mimosas, forks clinking against porcelain plates, and soft laughter weaving through the background noise. But my attention was locked on the entrance. Minutes passes and then, I saw them. Nicole. Jenna. Liv. My girls. Three hurricanes walking into a room—effortless, loud, and completely unapologetic.

It is supposed to be an escape. Until the air shifts right next to my stool. Two women step up to the very corner of the mahogany bar counter, right in my peripheral vision. One, a brunette is a whirlwind of sharp, protective energy with talking a mile a minute. The other—curvy with long brown curls —is completely silent.

Isabel said, patting her baby bump. Nancy and I agreed, cosmos with booze, coladas without, billed to the Dean's room. It sounded like a party. The rule for the bar was 2 drinks with booze per person could be carried to the room, so Nancy and I would start with one each in the bar while they were mixing the rest. Well, the cosmos were small so we figured 3 sounded good. The bar service was not as quick as we hoped, it seemed a lot of folks were going for a liquid supper while looking for friendly company instead of the boredom of the convention dinner. I could not blame them. When we arrived every woman in the bar had a swarm of faculty drones around her, laughing at her jokes and trying to

It was an impressive sight, and a mix of anticipation and nervousness filled my chest as I entered the bar. Inside, my gaze fell upon a female bartender with blond hair and a captivating smile. It was evident that she recognized me. "You must be Abebi," she remarked, her voice warm and welcoming. I couldn't help but wonder how much Felix had shared about me with his employees. Nevertheless, I offered her a polite smile in return. Before I could fully process the situation, another woman caught my attention. She had sleek black hair and vibrant red lipstick and was dressed elegantly in a pink gown. It was clear that she was expecting me.

He shake his head in disbelieve I never noticed anything like that. “Clarisse?” “That is not fair.” I warn. “We don’t mention that name.” I push myself away from the table calling on the lady behind the bar. I needed a way to not be part of this conversation and when she didn’t notice me immediately, I decided to go over there myself. “You could have made it work if you wanted to, Ben.” He quickly make work of following me as I head for the bar where the blonde working the bar stood in deep conversation with two other ladies only dressed in their swimwear, not leaving much for the imagination.

They all hail as they sighted her Blushing within, she surveys her environment for the wallet. The waiters and barman spread out serving drinks as the bar parlor was crowded with guests. “Alice had a great impact in this bar,” Bianca said to herself. “Why would you pour me blue wine when I asked for red wine? Are you that daft?” A yell from a side of the bar parlor anchored Bianca's attention. "I'm so sorry.” A masculine voice replied. Bianca was forced to turn around as curiosity enveloped her mind. “That voice sounds familiar.”

His co-worker, John, gives him a ride while the other two, Nick and Steven, follow behind in their own ride. After driving for a few minutes, they arrived at a small, dark brown bar. The stale scent of beer, cleaning product, and cigarette greeted Alpha Brentwood's nose when he walked in. His co-worker spotted a group of three young and beautiful college girls the moment they stepped into the bar, and immediately, they walked over to them, leaving Alpha Brentwood. Alpha Brentwood headed straight to the bar counter and sat down. "Give me your strongest drink," he told the bartender. The bartender quickly poured the drink into a glass.

Olivia chuckled and watched him eat, her little prince charming was ready to do anything to put a smile on her face. *** Bianca walked into the dimly lit bar that was bubbling up and down with loud music, she took in a deep breath and sat in front of the bartender.. "What would you like to have milady?" He flashed her a toothy smile which she returned back with a forced one.. "Whiskey" she replied back.. Meanwhile three guys who sat at a hidden corner in the bar all focused their gaze on the lady who just walked in.. "Who's that chick? I've never seen her around before" One of them commented checking her out..