Nov 9, 2018
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“ so what will it be tonight? “
random sentence starters // not accepting anymore !!
  “ the usual ? “  heather said with a saccharine smile as she poured a couple tap beers for a table in the back. when she looked over the bar at circe, though, she let her lips curl into a mischievous smirk.   “ you pretend you’re coming here for the   ‘ atmosphere ‘   and i pretend we’re not both checking each other out ? “  seconds later, heather had loaded the beers onto her tray and was strutting past circe to tend to her  ( other )  customers.
  it was a slow day at the pub and heather had been alone, no guest in sight, for the past hour. having already cleaned the place from front to back, she couldn’t anything but wait.
  she’d been sitting on top of the bar and flicked her fingers to light her cigarette at the exact moment someone opened the door. heather recovered in an instant, killed the flame licking against her fingers, and pretended to place something  ( like she’d been holding a lighter )  behind the bar.
  “ hello. “  she greeted the woman standing in the doorway with a smile. heather took a drag from her cigarette and waited for the woman to sit down somewhere. her heart was beating a mile a minute, hoping the customer would ignore what she’d seen  ( or perhaps she hadn’t really noticed in the first place ?  that would be for the best ).
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