Speakeasy #153 — The Loser

 

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Looks Can Be Deceiving

“Looks can be deceiving.”

What the hell does that mean? Is she talking about me? Or is it in response to a comment  I made about her? She took the  seat next to me at the  bar about thirty minutes ago. Why next to me? There were at least four other  unoccupied bar stools nearby. She was a knockout  with  her flowing red  hair and the silky red dress split up to  her upper thighs. I quickly planned the whole evening in my head. Confident in my strategy I  leaned over, ops spilled the beer, and slurred to my future  acquisition:

“Looks can be deceiving sweetheart but seeing is believing.”

Damn, that bar stool  is slippery.