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Tessa decided that having a drink was far better than attending any wedding. Leaving the church, she quickly found a bar only a block away. It was called the Red Sister and it was a relaxed place where night shift workers wanted to go while the rest of the world thought it was too early for a cocktail. Naturally, all eyes turned as she entered; after all, she was dressed up for a wedding.  
Tessa decided that having a drink was far better than attending any wedding. Leaving the church, she quickly found a bar only a block away. It was called the Red Sister and it was a relaxed place where night shift workers wanted to go while the rest of the world thought it was too early for a cocktail. Naturally, all eyes turned as she entered; after all, she was dressed up for a wedding.  
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Stepping up to the bar, she shifted her dress to take a seat on the stool, and smiled at the bartender.
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Stepping up to the bar, she shifted her dress to take a seat on the stool, and smiled at the bartender. "What'cha having, hun?" the bartender said. The brown haired man was in his 30's, a few tattoos snaking across his arms, but apart from a little gut, generally in good shape. He looked like he graduated from college bar--and unlike most industries--was heading down the ladder.
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"What'cha having, hun?" the bartender said. The brown haired man was in his 30's, a few tattoos snaking across his arms, but generally in good shape. He looked like he graduated from college bar--and unlike most industries--was heading down the ladder.
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"White wine, please," Tessa smiled.  
"White wine, please," Tessa smiled.  
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While the bartender got out the glass, her neighbor, a younger Hispanic man leaned over and smiled, "Just get off work?"  
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While the bartender got out the glass, her neighbor, a younger Hispanic man leaned over and smiled, "Just get off work?" He looked much closer to Tessa's age, a nice rakish (but messy) haircut, but definitely trim and close shaved.
"Wedding," she clarified.
"Wedding," she clarified.

Current revision as of 18:29, 27 February 2020

Tessa decided that having a drink was far better than attending any wedding. Leaving the church, she quickly found a bar only a block away. It was called the Red Sister and it was a relaxed place where night shift workers wanted to go while the rest of the world thought it was too early for a cocktail. Naturally, all eyes turned as she entered; after all, she was dressed up for a wedding.

Stepping up to the bar, she shifted her dress to take a seat on the stool, and smiled at the bartender. "What'cha having, hun?" the bartender said. The brown haired man was in his 30's, a few tattoos snaking across his arms, but apart from a little gut, generally in good shape. He looked like he graduated from college bar--and unlike most industries--was heading down the ladder.

"White wine, please," Tessa smiled.

While the bartender got out the glass, her neighbor, a younger Hispanic man leaned over and smiled, "Just get off work?" He looked much closer to Tessa's age, a nice rakish (but messy) haircut, but definitely trim and close shaved.

"Wedding," she clarified.

"Here's your drink, you wanna start a tab?"

What should she do?

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