You're used to going to bars since you're either coaxed into it by your friends or when you're down in the dumps. This time is no different, you're sobbing on the counter of the bar on the high seat and downing plenty of drinks with ice choking you dry. It's not long until you finally get the courage to help yourself and grab your wallet. However, instead of the petty checks and crumbled bucks, you're found with nothing but flimsy coins with trinkets filling the space. You look at the bartender before looking over both your shoulders. You start stacking the glasses onto each other, preparing for you to either get laid for the sake of payment or wash dishes again.

Instead of being met with a snarl mention of payment, a finely-tanned woman with a heat-friendly attire waves over to the bartender and leans her chiseled back against the counter's top. "Hey Hen'y, I'll take over her tab t'night. She looks like she'll need a ride home."

She places her hand back to her side and uses both of her fingers to brace along the marble counter, simply stretching her well-treated figure. She finally looks back to you, allowing the emerald mist around her not-scarred eye to wisp away. She averts her gaze down to yours and allows her eyelids to rest at the sight of you. She takes out her wallet and hands it to the employee before taking the seat beside you. She turns the back support to her front and offers comfortable eye contact to you.

"So, since we'll be in my car in a bit, I wanna get to know about you, darlin'." You've never heard of that nickname before, damn she's fine.