The Blonde | A 100 Word Story

#224 Ten of Parchment

He sat at the bar for hours. One drink. Two glasses of water. Bathroom break. Repeat. He was there when it was empty and risked losing his seat at the bar to visit the bathroom for the fifth time once it got crowded.

Upon his return he spotted a statuesque blonde in 6” stilettos trying to get the attention of the barman. He stepped up. Good customers get immediate attention.

“What are you drinking?” he asked. Slight grin on his face as he pressed up.

“That depends, sugar,” he said, flicking his blonde hair back to show his facial hair.