The bar was like many others in town, but he liked it was off the main street, away from hipsters and preening selfie sluts. Everyday people like himself came here for personal reasons. Some stress, some loneliness, or bonding with a friend over a few beers.
He was one of those with time on his hands, while the plant was shut down for retooling. He was lucky, many would be downsized, but he was assured of a position when the plant started back up. He was bored looking at the walls of his small apartment tonight, and sought to distract himself by people watching, and to mellow his ennui with a few rounds.
The waitress was a fetching redhead with long red curls, that reached the top of her decolletage
Bright blue eyes with the confidence of a few years dealing with drunks, could turn from fanciful to cold hard flint when she angered. Her walk was like that of a model, enhancing the sway of her perfect ass, way too classy for this establishment. High heels, and yoga pants, lead to a form fitting blouse cut deep to enhance customer tips. It was a sight any man delighted seeing as she walked, and she was headed my way.
"What's your pleasure hon?" she beamed, smiling with both her eyes and her lips.
"A mojito miss."
"Sure thing handsome," Then let me watch the flip side of her form, as she sashayed to the bar.
Looking around, my eyes caught a woman who stood out from the rabble. Her long straight auburn hair glowed amber in the feeble light of the bar. One could tell she had the kind of body every man desired, no matter what he had at home. She was wearing a dress, and her legs were obliquely angled to the light, shadows along the creases, augmenting the toned presentation up to the hem of her pale-yellow dress. The legs appeared lightly tanned; with a promise the thighs were as desirable. The back of her dress was cut low, very deep in the back, and barely modest in front, with a few inches of her valley beckoning to be explored.
Motion in the corner of my eye instinctively caught the waitress's hips in hypnotic cadence strut back to my table.
She smiled, her eyes teasing, and breathed," she's beautiful isn't she. Comes here once and a while. Always alone. I could add another of what she's having to your tab and let her know 'your compliments'. I bet she comes over to thank you. Wanna take that bet?"
I gave her a conspiring smile and said, "you're on darling, thank you."
A few minutes later the waitress approaches the woman, setting the drink and singling me out to her.
I saw her look, and then she smiled warmly as she approached.
"To what do I owe the compliment?" she asked in a silky voice. It had a southern inflection, a bit deeper tone and came off sexy as hell.
I stood and pulled her chair out, then slid it under as she sat.
"I wouldn't expect manners in this place, you can't be local," she had a melodious laugh as she spoke.
"The waitress caught me admiring you and suggested an ice breaker." I took her up on it, as It seems, I have nothing planned, and you were alone."
