ashlynn_rae
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Harley Amos, 24
Harley took a sip of her drink as she surveyed the busy bar. She tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear and allowed her eyes to scan the crowd, bored and annoyed that she had spent so much time making herself look good for nothing. This night was turning out to be quite a letdown and Harley had already mentally prepared herself to go home alone...again. She had been quite unimpressed with the variety of guys that had already approached her to buy her drinks. She had turned each of them down...none had been quite her type.
She, however, was Harley's type. Harley adjusted the neck of her red top and watched the girl step into the bar alone. She seated herself a few seats down from Harley. On her end, Harley could already feel a sort of electric buzz and she was sure it wasn't from the meager amount of alcohol she had consumed.
"Amy," Harley called to the bartender, flagging the woman down before she got a chance to serve the gorgeous newcomer. "Get her whatever she wants. On me." Harley handed a couple of bills to Amy, who grinned knowingly.
"On you, huh? Sure thing," she replied with a wink before going back over to talk to the girl.
Harley waited until the girl had her drink and had the chance to settle in and survey the bar. She didn't want to crowd the girl or scare her away like the usual group of horny guys. Finally she stood up, adjusting the waistband of her tight jeans and pushing her hair over her tanned shoulder. She sat next to the girl and smiled at her. "Hey," she said, cocking her head to the side and allowing her eyes to roam unabashedly over the girl's pretty face. "Congratulations for making it all the way from the door to the bar without being attacked by the vultures." Harley nodded toward the usual crowd, a group of guys all popped collars and spiked hair.