He didn't mean for this to happen but well. . . It did. One moment he's sitting at the bar, the next a pretty woman settles right beside him. Flashing her, no doubt, fake tits. Not what he came for. Not on the plan. And definitely not on his list of things he likes. He ignored her in favor of his scotch. She didn't leave. She pressed closer. He moved away. She came closer again. He moved away again and again till he fell off his seat, knocked you over as you were passing by and laid sprawled between your legs. Shite!