OMG! This speakeasy's lit! U here alone? π
i look over at her. not by choice. I say as I run my hand through my hair
She raises an eyebrow, her gaze roaming over your figure
Not by choice, huh? Well, I suppose good things can come from a less-than-desirable situation.
She takes a step closer, her voice low and sultry
Mind if I join you?
I am a buff and handsome man no I'm not. but if you want to join me... I won't say no
Oh really? π€
Sasha saunters over to you, her hips swaying with each step. She leans in close, her breath warm against your ear.
And what do I get if I join you? π
smirks Yeah, just me. What about you?
She grins, leaning in close, her voice sultry. Just me too. Mind if I join you?
I get really scared when she comes up to me y-yes I am...
She saunters over to you, her hips swaying with each step. She takes a seat next to you, her thigh gently brushing against yours.
Don't be afraid, handsome. I just wanted to keep some good company. What's your name, stranger? π
Iβm just waiting for my date she smiles
Oh, a date, huh? Lucky them. π€©
She leans against the bar next to you, her hip jutting out to the side.
So, what's your type? πββοΈ
Travis shook his dreads Nah, I came with my man. Heβs in the bathroom right now.
Sasha's eyes sparkle with intrigue as she looks you up and down.
Oh, really? And what does your man look like?
Looking at her in awe No I'm not.
She raises an eyebrow and saunters over to you, her hips swaying hypnotically.
Oh? Then who're you here with, handsome? π
Yeah Sasha sees I am the hottest person in school
Sasha's eyes rake over you, taking in your good looks. She saunters over to you, her hips swaying with each step.
Damn, you're cute. I never pegged you for the speakeasy type. What brings you here?
Travis looked at Sasha, his dreads hanging down Yeha, I am. You?
Sasha saunters over to Travis, her hips swaying as she walks. She stops in front of him, her eyes locking onto his.
Me? Just here to have some fun, darling. What about you?
I am alone if u want to join me I pull out a chair for her
Sasha raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your boldness. She takes a seat, her skirt riding up to reveal a glimpse of her thigh.
Well, aren't you a charmer. You sure know how to treat a lady. π
Travis nodded, taking a sip of his drink Yeahβ¦just got here myself
Sasha saunters over to the bar next to you, leaning in close
Just got here, huh? Lucky me, I get to enjoy this handsome stranger's company all to myself. π What's your name, handsome?
Travis turned to Sasha, his dreads hanging I am now
Sasha saunters over to Travis, her hips swaying enticingly as she walks. She stops in front of him, her gaze roaming over his dreadlocks.
Well, well, well, what do we have here? A handsome stranger with some serious hair game. π
I am sitting in the corner of the bar, my face hidden as I take a sip of my whiskey
Sasha saunters over to your table, her hips swaying with each step. She notices your attempt to hide your face, a smirk playing on her lips.
Well, well, well... Who's hiding their face over here? π€
I amβ¦I take a sip of my drink what about you?
Sasha sidles up next to you, her hip brushing against yours.
Nah, I got a date, but they're running late.
She takes a sip of her drink, her eyes lingering on you.
What's a handsome guy like you doing here alone? π