I was 19, working in a small hole in the wall bar and grill as a waitress. I had been living completely on my own for 3 months. It was around Christmas time. It had been quiet all day, with out one customer. The bell over the back door dinged, and I greeted my 2 customers. The gentleman was older, looking like he was having a good night. The girl, a little older than me... gorgeous. She had long, curled up golden locks, beautiful blue eyes, killer smile, tits to die for... oh, and her waist, and backside...mmm... I served them their pirogues and cokes, trying not to drool. They offered me a chair to join them. We talked for about an hour. They got up, and left. A minute later, the gentleman came back in, and handed me a phone number. It was hers!
I called her, and January 2nd, we all decided to hang out. The three of us, what an odd set we made. Matt, like I said, older and conservative. Lynn, young and gorgeous, with a normal style with a bad girl twist. Then there was me, petite, wild red curls, a style all my own. We bar hopped for a few hours, slamming shots like it was our duty. Every now and then I could feel Lynn's knee bump mine, I'd get a whiff of her perfume, or a glimpse down her deadly V-neck tee shirt. I melted inside.