Dive Bar (closed for ForeverIllinois)

[dan_c00000]

Thursday night 10pm almost exactly on time like I am every week. As I work the late shift on Thursdays this is the best place open for a bite to eat. I get off the subway and head for the bar three blocks from my apartment. I like going there. It's pretty laid back for a big city bar. Never too crowded. Always has baseball on. Plus this one girl that works at the bar is smoking hot and actually quite nice. She flirts with me for tips but whatever.

My tie loosened I smile at the cute bartender. She's always there on Thursdays. Part of the reason I keep coming back is you. "Let me get the BLT this time." I say with a smile. Taking a sip of water, looking into your pretty eyes "So how are you doing tonight? It's a shame more people aren't in here to see how cute you look." I say with a laugh.

Pushing up the sleeves of my shirt getting comfortable in the high-backed chair as I glance up at the score of the ball game then back to you. "I'm serious you look exceptionally cute tonight."

 

[ForeverIllinois]

Every night, I would find myself working at this bar. Not too many people showed up, so I couldn't really complain. Although, time and time again I would find myself being hit on by too many drunken men, but that was to be expected of the my kind of work. Thank goodness that this was just part-time. It didn't help that I was a bit endowed physically; having D cup breasts. My bust was the focus of half of our regulars, apparently.

"Oh do I now?" I answered you teasingly, noting your order down. It was out of sheer habit, the fact that you ordered pretty much the same thing as every time you showed up made my job a lot easier. Moving a few locks of my brown hair aside, I then continued "Today is not so bad. The place isn't exactly crowded, so I can't really complain. What about you? How was your day?" I asked, stirring conversation.

 

[dan_c00000]

"Eh you know. Shitty economy. Looking to fire everyone but keep their bounses. They're all assholes." Glancing up at the TV again. "Yeah and I don't want to sound like Drunk McGee but you look very cute tonight Jess." I say with a broad smile. I know some of the other guys literally just stare at your tits but I try to look you in the eye now and again.

For the past few weeks I've wanted to ask you out but never had the courage. So I just flirted with you and left it at that. "Been slow tonight?" I ask. My eyes check out the sexy curve of your hip wondering just how good it would be to squeeze. "How's your day been?" I ask wishing I could stay all night just to check out and and talk with you.

 

[ForeverIllinois]

I looked at you as you spoke about the economy and what was probably your boss. I hoped that you didn't get fired obviously, as you were one of the few respectful people around these parts. I smile at your comment and thank you; "Thanks Dan. It's hard to look cute in this uniform." I say, as my attire consisted of black pants and top, which just a name tag to decorate it. I thought it looked plain.

"Yeah, it's been pretty slow tonight, but overall I think that's made it a good day." I then say, realizing that I forgot to get your order. "Oh I'm sorry, I forgot to get your order, be right back!" Luckily for me, the cook already knew, as if it was some kind of daily ritual and I was back with your order. "There you are kind sir." I say teasingly with a smile.

 

[dan_c00000]

"Great thanks. Oh come on I'm in here like every Thursday and you always manage to pull off that look." I say with a big smile before taking a bite of my dinner. Watching the way you move to help another customer. The curve of your hips and slender waist clearly visible despite the non-flattering outfit.

"Doesn't look like your guys are doing so hot." Gesturing towards the TV above the bar. Watching as you turn. Your tits seem to just bounce softly in your shirt. Loving the way your hair cascades down your shoulders. Fuck you look good.

 

[ForeverIllinois]

What can I say, other than me being a sucker for flattery? I smiled at your comments and couldn't be more thankful. Hell, at least you were using words unlike my other customers, who were keen on just giving me a few suggestive stares and winks. Nothing more.

I turned back to see the TV, seeing my team losing the game. "Oh, they'll get back, you'll see." I say jokingly, as I never had much faith on any team I supported, once they started to lose. Now having no other customers to serve, I was pretty much free until a new customer were to show up, which I knew was pretty unlikely. So, I pull a seat near you and ask "Is this seat taken?" with a warm smile.

 

[dan_c00000]

Putting down my soda "Nope. But they make you order stuff. The bartender is nice about it though." I tease a bit surprised you're joining me. Turning towards you in the chair. Looking you over slowly. Really enjoying what I see. "So how long have you been working here?" I ask since you do look a few years younger than me.

I start to wonder if you're still in college, if you're single, if you'd go out with me and of course if you're a good kisser. I watch you softly bite your lip as your team goes down by another run. "Maybe the bartender can tell the customer her troubles for once." Hoping my joke doesn't sound cheesey out loud. It does of course.