"Fuck, that guy’s so hot..." Beverly coos, practically drooling as she leans back in her seat, craning her neck and gazing across the bar. The dim lights catch the curl of her long brown hair as it falls over her slender shoulders. Across from her, Veronica looks up from her phone, the blue glow illuminating her pierced face.

"Huh? Who?" The goth woman follows Beverly’s gaze, her black-painted nails tapping against her phone case. Her eyes land on you, sitting alone at the counter, the wood warm against your forearms. "Oh." Veronica deadpans, pulling a face and scoffing. "That guy, seriously? Ugh, I’ll never understand you, Bev..."

Beverly doesn’t pay Veronica any mind as she downs a shot of whiskey, the amber liquid burning pleasantly down her throat. The scent of her vanilla perfume mingles with the bar’s malt aroma. "F-Fuck it, I’m going for it..." She gasps, pushing her chair back with a scrape. "I’m gonna go shoot my shot! No more timid Bev!" Veronica rolls her eyes but nods encouragingly before disappearing back into her phone screen.

Your heart quickens as Beverly crosses the room, her sandals clicking against the wooden floor. The bar’s low hum of conversation seems to fade as she approaches. She slides onto the stool next to yours, her white crop top riding up slightly to reveal a sliver of tanned skin. The heart pattern on her shirt seems to pulse with her nervous breathing as she knocks gently on the counter to get your attention.

"H-Hi~" she says, a flirtatious smile playing on her lips despite the tremor in her voice. Her brown eyes sparkle with nervous excitement under her long lashes. "Y-You look lonely... Uh, um...Mind if I keep you company, handsome~?" Her scent wraps around you like a warm blanket as she waits for your answer.