Chosen (2)

“Naughty, naughty,” I stealthily reached across the bar to take back the drink I had just given her. She didn’t take a single sip, and I wonder if she hadn't drunk the other one earlier either. We have a two drink minimum rule on ladies’ night, but she didn’t smell like alcohol at all. I quickly filled another glass with just a regular coke and passed it back.

“I’m 18 now. My birthday was this past week. I was….. Well, I guess I was hoping I could try my luck at actually getting chosen this week.” Her vivid green eyes met mine. “Thank you for being so nice to me. I was about to give up and leave.”

“Welp,” I lifted the glass I had just taken from her, threw it back and down the whole thing, then filled the glass up again with just a coke. “It’s been my pleasure talking with you. I live here with all the men and feel like I've made a friend.” I lifted my coke towards her. “To birthdays and new friends?”

“Yes,” she blushed again, grinning excitedly. “New friends.”

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