Izzy’s heels clicked against the floor of the bar as she walked in. An exasperated sigh escaped her lips while she ran a hand through her hair, removing the half elastic and letting her bun fall into her normal loose waves. When she got to the bar she slipped in front of the man ordering, tossing the bartender a bright smile as she shed her coat, purposefully giving him a look at her breasts, “Vodka tonic, and a shot of tequila on the side. Thanks.” She spun around, looking over the man that she’d just cut off, “You don’t mind, right?” She asked, blinking innocently while pushing her hair over her shoulder, “I’ve had a rough day.”
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