A Blissful Night with My Step-Father
She growled, grabbing the bottle angrily, resisting the urge to yell at the bartender for distracting her.
"Can I say something, miss?" The bartender asked, pouting his pink lips. He was handsome too, but not as much as the guy from earlier. Ginny nodded and took a swig of her drink.
"Take it easy, that's your eighth bottle today. You're a beautiful young lady…"
Ginny suddenly slammed the bottle against the glass table. The bartender cringed, as he quickly moved his gaze from the Ginny to the bottle on the table, expecting it to shatter, but the bottle luckily, it didn’t.