A twenty-three an old woman entered the Grill. She was wearing a sleeveless mid-dark blue chemisier of which she left the three upper and lower buttons open so her belly button was seen, a black leather mini jupe and high heels. Her dark red hair was tied up loosely and she wore heavy makeup. She headed to the bar, very well aware of all the eyes on her back.
“I hear you’re looking for a new bartender” she a dit to the man behind the bar. He nodded. “You’re signing up?”
“I need a job” the woman said. “And I like to socialize. I like to talk. I’m a good listener”
“Do you...
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