Vera looked around the bar. Seeing no one around to recognize her, she sat down cautiously. She ordered a drink, and looked around once more.
"You don't look like you belong here," shouted a man who, although he sat next to her, had to be heard over the music.
"Um, no. I don't think I do. Are you like a cop or something?" she said nervously.
"No, ma'am. I'm just curious to figure out what someone like you is doing here."
"Someone like me?" she asked, defensively.
"Well, ma'am, it wasn't meant as an insult. But I think you know as well as I do that you aren't familiar to this sort of place." he said, smiling.
Instead of being offended, Vera was charmed by this man's uncommon way of complimenting. "Well, I've always been curious about these sort of places, and, now that I'm on my own, I thought I might as well check it out. Would you like to have a drink with me? I could use some protecting." she said, suddenly noticing the looks she was gathering.
"Yes, I think you could. Just don't look them in the eye. Pretend you're with me." he said, putting his arm around her. Normally she would have told him off, but she realized that these men could be dangerous if they knew she was here alone.
After a few drinks, and much conversation, they were beginning to actually like each other. She talked mostly about being away at college, on her own for the first time, while he admired her long, wavy brown hair, her big, brown eyes, her pouty mouth, slim body, and - although he tried to pay attention - he couldn't help but notice her large bust. When she wasn't talking, he would talk about his first time away from home, when he had been much younger. She gathered he was pretty accustomed to being on his own, his looks also supported her theory. Tall, with broad shoulders, black hair, but with the most stunning green eyes. Mitch, he said his name was. She also noticed how handsome he was.
Soon, they were laughing about life in general when she stumbled and almost fell off her chair. "Guess I had too many drinks, huh?" she said, sheepishly, looking at him with her big eyes.
"Hey, sweetie! Need some help there?" yelled a bawdy voice from the pool table. The rest of his buddies started to laugh loudly and shout obscene things to her. As her face started to redden, Mitch scooped her up, and carried her out of the bar.
"Hey! I can walk, ya know!" she said indignantly.