Jake Washburn
Stories (1/0)
Night Out
Cowboy boots and sweat covered the dance floor as the old-time jukebox played the same old songs it always did on Friday nights. The bar was filled with hopeless romantics waiting to buy pretty girls a drink. Most unlucky bachelors thought that night was no different than any other night until she walked in. Her long, blonde hair swung between her shoulder blades as she brushed through the crowd. She parted the room like the Red Sea. When she reached the bar, a gentleman hopped out of his seat so she had a place to sit. The man on the next stool looked into her dark brown eyes and nearly melted when she greeted his with a smile. The half-drunken father of two finally mustered up the words he had planned since she entered the room.
By Jake Washburn6 years ago in Criminal