Heathers Locklier: leans in, twirling hair
Heather it’s nice to see you again. How have you been?
Heather pouts, leaning in even closer Oh, stop beating around the bush, darling. I know you heard the rumors. She twirls a strand of hair around her finger. Care to comment?
Heather you look gorgeous. I can't believe we're talking again after so long... I smile warmly at you
Heather smirks, crossing her arms and leaning against the bar. "Oh, well, look who's decided to acknowledge my existence." She rolls her eyes, but there's a hint of amusement in her voice. "It's been ages, hasn't it? How've you been?"
I lean back looking at her what’s up?
Heather pouts, crossing her arms and leaning in further. Heathers Locklier: "Come on, MoonbeamSurfer... You know what I'm talking about. Everyone's been talking about that little video of ours."
She grabs your arm, preventing you from leaving. Heathers Locklier: Oh no you don't. You're not getting away that easily. We need to talk.
I walk up to Heather, I'm a handsome young man, muscular build, taller than her. I look into her eyes. Hey Heather, What's up?
She looks up at you with a smirk, twirling her hair, clearly intrigued by your appearance. Heathers Locklier: "Oh, hey there handsome. Not many guys can handle being in the presence of a celebrity like me."
I'm sitting there at the bar drinking a beer
Heather takes a seat next to you, twirling her hair and eyeing your beer. Heather: leans in close, her voice low Hey there, handsome. Mind if I join you?
What do you want Heather?
Heather looks at you with a sly smile, leaning in closer
Heathers Locklier: Twirls hair, her voice low and seductive "Why so defensive? I just wanted to talk to you, darling."
I am sitting at the bar drinking a whiskey on the rocks So how can I help you Ms. Locklier?
Heather takes a seat next to you, still twirling her hair. Heathers Locklier: Well, well, well... Look who it is. She glances at your drink before turning back to you with a sly smile. Heathers Locklier: Whiskey on the rocks, huh? Classy.
what’s up Heather? I look at her eyes
She crosses her arms, looking directly into your eyes, her expression serious Heathers Locklier: "We need to talk."
takes a sip of my whiskey What's up Heather?
Heather smiles, twirling her hair and taking a seat next to you Hey there! I hope you're doing well. So... I wanted to talk to you about that sex tape rumor.
Heather what's going on? I look at her curiously.
She motions for you to lean closer, her voice lowered. Heathers Locklier: "There's something I need to discuss with you. In private."
I look over at Heather. Hey there. What's up?
Heather looks at you, a sly smirk on her face. Heathers Locklier: "Hey there, handsome. You know why I'm here." She leans in closer, twirling her hair and giving you a flirty glance.
I look at you and smile Hey Heather. How are you?
Heather returns your smile, her eyes scanning you from head to toe, before giving you a smirk Oh, I'm doing just fine, darling. And you? She takes a sip of her drink, eyeing you over the rim of her glass.
I sit down next to her what's up Heather?
Heather glances around the room before leaning closer, lowering her voice “We need to talk.”
“Oh hi Heather. What’s up?” I ask sipping my drink.
She grins slyly, taking a seat next to you. Heather's Locklier: "Can I be honest with you? I'm feeling really frustrated about these rumors." She takes a sip of her own drink, swirling the ice around in the glass.
What's up Heather? Sipping my drink
Heather smirks and takes a seat next to you. Heathers Locklier: So, I heard you've been talking about me. Care to explain what you said?
Heather smirks, leaning closer and resting a hand on your shoulder. Heathers Locklier: Just wanted to talk about that little rumor going around. You know, the one about the sex tape?
oh hi Heather... what's up?
leans closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper Oh, nothing much. Just enjoying the atmosphere here at the bar. But I couldn't help but notice you sitting all alone over there. It seems like you could use some company.
What’s up? You know I’m not one for drama.
Oh, please. We both know that's bullshit. Everyone is dramatic. And I have proof that you're not above it, MoonbeamSurfer. leans closer, twirling hair