2 Blondes Walk Into A Bar Novels & Stories

Nicholas wasn't wrong about me having my way with the ladies. I slide my phone into my pocket as I walk into the bar. Some rock music playing from the speakers with the smell of alcohol in the air. I catch a whiff of weed as I walk past a group of young adults. It disgusts me, making my nose itch from inhaling. A drink or two and I'll be out of here. I walk to the only empty table next to two ladies who seem to be heavily invested in their conversation. The blonde hair stares at me as I make my way to a stool. Her brown eyes piercing through mine just before she drags them to stare at the lady next to her. I'm guessing they are friends as the other lady leans into her and lets her head rest

I shake my head and say, “No, but I don’t want to talk about it. At least not now; maybe when I’m shitface" He grins. “I've got just the thing,” he says as he pushes the door open to hell. The place is buzzing, and surprisingly, this place is never empty, not even during the day. Girls are grinding on poles, and I see a few men sitting, grinning like the fools they are, as they spray money on the women. I walk past them and head to the bar. “Regular,” I say to the blond beauty behind the counter. I’ve tapped that before. She blushes when she realizes it’s me.

“Coyote Wicked should be open by now, let’s move our celebration there.” The redhead backed off, with the blonde she-wolf and the hair-puller at her sides. Each of them shot me filthy glares before sashaying to Moongazer’s side. Griff waited at the door with the twins at his side, watching half the people in the bar rise from their seats and stream out into the night.

“Does she want a drink?” “She’s not my friend, she already has a drink, and trust me when I say she’s crazy.” “I like crazy,” beard-guy laughs and takes another sip of whiskey. “Not this kind of crazy.” Eliza tips her head and sniffs the air. “Speaking of crazy,” she huffs, and I follow her gaze to the front of the bar. The lighting is dim already, and the energy shifts, making almost everyone stop and stare at the two redheaded bombshells that just walked in.

They both walk by me and pull the door to the bar open. When the door to the bar opens, I am surprised to hear the sound of voices coming from inside. I walk into the bar behind Brittany, and the place is packed. There are both rogues and lycans drinking beer together. Everyone seems to be getting along. The door to the bar shuts loudly behind me, and everyone turns to look in my direction. The music cuts off, and it is completely silent. Brittany is smiling brightly at me from across the room.

The smell of alcohol wafted into my nose, and a few people glanced our way. We walked past the dance floor, and I noticed two girls dancing with a man. They seemed happy, but the brunette was jealous of the redhead, and all I could get from her were negative vibes that sent a prickle of unease down my spine. I looked away, now glancing ahead of me. Approaching a bar, where round tables with people sitting and getting wasted were situated. "What would you two like to have?" The bartender with frizzy black hair asked as Vyn pulled out a stool for me to sit on.

Nevertheless, most men just sat on the sidelines, not having the guts to go up to them. The bar, though unruly, operated by certain rules. No one would pull a silly stunt unless they packed some serious connections. “Those two women are gorgeous. I think of Snow White when I look at them.” Several friends got together and drank while taking in the sights. The two young women were beautiful, and the way they consumed the alcohol was alluring. “They are knockouts. I don’t recognize them, though. One of them looks like she has been dumped. I wonder if that’s our cue to introduce ourselves.”

Worried, he walked towards the bartender who was cleaning two sets of glasses. "Good day" Dennis let out and the bartender looked up at him with a nice smile. "Good day to see you sir, do you want a shot?" He asked very politely. Dennis shook his head with a smile, "No, I don't want any of that for now. I just want to ask if you know of where a blonde woman who was here a while ago, do you know which direction she went to?" He asked, his gaze not leaving the bartender. "I am sorry man, a lot of blondes came here for a drink, I don't have any idea on whom you are in search for" he replied.

Emmanuel hooted, and the others expressed their excitement through hooting, whistling, and laughing. Four blonde ladies, their legs clad in black leather mini-dresses, strutted around the room, trays laden with beers, flutes of champagne, and wine, the clinking glasses adding to the lively atmosphere. Two masked women, dressed in black and red lingerie and towering high-heeled shoes, slowly made their way towards me. I was about to refuse their request, my hands poised to pull away, when Carlos interrupted. “Sorry, ladies. He’s off-limits.” Carlos took the words out of my mouth.

And Mia… she was furious. A long drag of smoke filled his lungs as he exhaled slowly. "This isn’t over," he thought. His gaze flickered to the entrance of the bar. The door swung open, and two women strutted in. Their hips swayed with confidence, their stripeless outfit clinging to every curve. They were meant to be distractions. Beautiful, dangerous distractions. The blonde one locked eyes with him, a slow smirk curling on her lips. She walked straight up to his table, one hand resting on her hip as she leaned in close. The scent of her perfume mixed with the whiskey on her breath.