Alice wondered around her room aimlessly, her movements slow and quiet. She was definitely bored and was growing restless. She gave up trying to find an alternative. She then grabbed her coat, and began to search for some fun.
Alice walked down the sidewalk, the brisk, cold, autumn air making her cheeks flush a cherry red. She turned the corner and glanced at the bar. Finally 21 years old and she was proud. She knew that now she could drink whatever the hell she wanted.
She tugged on her jacket and jogged across the street into the small, dark building.
She pushed open the door and relaxed in the warmth of the bar, it's dim glow and the constant sound laughter and chatter. Alice made her way over to the bar, where stools lined the countertop. She pushed her long, straight, blonde hair over her shoulder and leaned over the countertop as she went to take a seat on the leather stool.
Alice crossed her slender legs as the bartender walked up. "Hello, miss. What can I get you?" The bartender asked politely. Odd. Alice never thought such a polite gesture would come from such a pace like this.
She chuckled to herself. "Just a beer, please. Thank you." Alice said in a soft voice, gently feeling the hem of her skirt absent-mindedly. Her braless boobs stretched out the fabric of her tank top, her hard nipples poking out beneath the surface of the tank top. As the bartender left to grab a beer, she felt she was being watched.
She sensed someone go and sit on the stool beside her. Her heart fluttered and Alice turned to see the stranger. A handsome man with dark eyes met her gaze. His hair was black and slicked back, and his lips were full and looked tender. Blood rushed to Alice's cheeks. She suddenly averted her eyes and bit her lip. In her peripheral vision she could see the man looking her up and down.
Her heart skipped a beat as he shifted in his seat, crossed his thick muscled arms, and opened his mouth to speak. "Why, it's rude to look at someone and not say hello." His voice was deep and soft. Alice wondered where in the name of God was that bartender.
She slowly turned back to the man. "I...I'm sorry..." She stuttered nervously. She didn't know him. But his personality was magnetic. She didn't know what to do. A bright, perfect white smile grew across his face.
"Well, my name is Roman. And yours...?" Alice twisted her hair anxiously.
