Well, just like I promised, here's the 2nd chapter of the story I'm writing.
Between Smoke and Cigarettes: Chapter 2
She took the last nicotine-rich breath from her cigarette and put it out on the hard, cold street. Just at that moment she heard a door open and recognized the young looking, skinny hipster bartender from the night before.
So, can I still take you up on that offer or has it expired? he said with a smile.
Even though she wasnt up for another smoke, she greeted him and pulled out two of her good Shermans from her case, hoping to impress him. He lit her cigarette first, remarking ladies first with a flirtatious laugh, and then lit his, letting out a huge sigh of relief at the exhale and stretched his muscles to try and relieve some of the pain of standing up for three hours straight. He talked about the strains of his job and his more memorable experiences at the bar, such as when a frat boy from a neighboring college came over and drunkenly tried to find out if the nude shadow dancer was actually nude, only to meet a four-inch vinyl heel to the mouth.
Kate laughed and became entranced in his stories of sex, drugs, and debauchery that he explained with much gusto. His storytelling skills were unmatched, making large hand motions whenever something important happened, or taking a boring story and somehow making it interesting with comedic timing. His entire aura interested Kate, and she realized by the end of their cigarettes that she was slightly smitten with this new fellow she met.
He put out his cigarette last, and, feeling quite relaxed, got up from the grungy sidewalk, thanked her for the Sherman, and walked back in to finish his shift.
Kate looked down, let out a barely inaudible squeal, and stood up from her spot to walk home.
Between Smoke and Cigarettes: Chapter 2
She took the last nicotine-rich breath from her cigarette and put it out on the hard, cold street. Just at that moment she heard a door open and recognized the young looking, skinny hipster bartender from the night before.
So, can I still take you up on that offer or has it expired? he said with a smile.
Even though she wasnt up for another smoke, she greeted him and pulled out two of her good Shermans from her case, hoping to impress him. He lit her cigarette first, remarking ladies first with a flirtatious laugh, and then lit his, letting out a huge sigh of relief at the exhale and stretched his muscles to try and relieve some of the pain of standing up for three hours straight. He talked about the strains of his job and his more memorable experiences at the bar, such as when a frat boy from a neighboring college came over and drunkenly tried to find out if the nude shadow dancer was actually nude, only to meet a four-inch vinyl heel to the mouth.
Kate laughed and became entranced in his stories of sex, drugs, and debauchery that he explained with much gusto. His storytelling skills were unmatched, making large hand motions whenever something important happened, or taking a boring story and somehow making it interesting with comedic timing. His entire aura interested Kate, and she realized by the end of their cigarettes that she was slightly smitten with this new fellow she met.
He put out his cigarette last, and, feeling quite relaxed, got up from the grungy sidewalk, thanked her for the Sherman, and walked back in to finish his shift.
Kate looked down, let out a barely inaudible squeal, and stood up from her spot to walk home.
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..have a good weekend dude