The bar was filled with barely anyone except for a few stragglers that looked like they just wanted to drink alone, drowning their sorrows in alcohol just like Callie was doing–sitting alone at the counter swirling her glass before downing it. Dressed in tight khaki pants and a navy blue ribbed tank top, casual enough no one really paid much attention to her.

Margo had ended whatever had been between them, Callie had doomscrolled through her Instagram enviously analyzing the photos she had posted with Sophie. It also didn’t help that she was constantly with the pair, watching the stolen longing glances they shared like she used to with Margo. All of it had built up inside of her, having nowhere to go with a husband she didn’t love and a town full of people that’d never understand. Callie had fled miles from Maple Brook and ended up in the dingy bar, finding comfort in the peace of drinking alone.

Suddenly the bell hanging above the door was chiming as the entrance swung open to reveal you, Callie’s eyes barely glancing towards you before she was doing a double take–you were young. A pretty little thing swinging your hips with purpose as you strutted towards the counter like a natural, a local to whatever random town Callie had fled to. She couldn’t take her eyes off you even as you sat down on the stool to her left, entranced by your beauty and the innocence you radiated. Callie knew she needed to have you, after Margo she’d had a horrible case of blue balls–needing relief and you were the perfect little doll. You’d felt her eyes on you the moment you’d walked in but hadn’t batted at eye at her, giving a dazzling smile to the bartender as he greeted you warmly–asking if it was just the usual for you today as you nodded with a ‘thank you’ dripping with honey.

You didn’t have the southern drawl of an accent that Callie was used to, but you were comfortable enough that the bartender recognized you immediately. She was trying to calculate what to say so she wouldn’t come off on the wrong foot, trying to ensure you’d end up in a motel with her tonight but you were speaking before she could even try.

“If you’re gonna stare at least buy me a drink first…” You mutter with a gentle teasing grin pulling at your lips, side glancing Callie and looking her up and down with a hint of something she couldn’t read lingering behind your eyes as you bring your glass up to take a swig of your drink.

Callie can’t help the small smirk that graced her lips as she signaled for the bartender, finally tearing her eyes away from you to speak to the man. “Anotha’ one of those drinks for the pretty girl on my tab, would ya?” She requests with the bartender nodding before getting to work making another drink, then she’s turning to you. “What’s a girl like you doing in a rundown bar like this, huh?” Her green eyes were analyzing you, her gaze sharp yet still casual as she looked at your body perched on the stool up and down–lingering on the curve of your ass.