it doesn't take much to catch the man's attention. he's already making eyes, assuming his macho pose as he fixes his slightly-too-large blazer. he's about to make a move, already up and locked in on the chair. and he's actually quite handsome, too. it could've been such a beautiful time; gazing into each others eyes, the breeze of a barely working deskfan on top of the bar blowing through their hair. you can almost hear the romantic music when- record scratches, and in comes stupid fucking randy with his messed up manbun and complete lack of self-awareness. appears in front of her out of seemingly nowhere after having spotted her from the doorway. completely oblivious, he straight up snatches the barstool from in front of the handsome stranger's face and plops down next to her. "oh, you're not gonna believe this." puts his elbow up onto the bar. "we almost got robbed. freakin' burglarized. and the kid was like thirteen or something. like, a fucking infant, right? and i see him carrying out the entire robbie williams cd section while his pal has the freakin' life-sized robbie williams cardboard cutout. and i'm like 'hey, hello, boys. that's, like, really messed up, please don't do that here' and stuff, and the guy's like 'yo, i have a fucking knife'. so now suddenly it's become an armed robbery. i mean, i think. i didn't actually see the knife, but he seemed confident, so-" it's only somewhere halfway through his monologue that he wonders if he's interrupting something. is it the light in here, or is she looking at him kinda funny? brows scrunch up. "you good?"
He was cute in a sort of disheveled sort of way. Unruly hair had never turned her away but the moment he opened his mouth she'd regretted drawing the man near. While Stephanie had no type she was definitely drawn to a more stoic and brooding man and not a chatter mouth. She was thankful the bartender handed her her cocktail as the man rambled. She got through about a third of her drink as she vaguely followed the heist he was telling her about.
Once she was finally given the chance to speak she wasn't even sure how to answer him. She had been good until he began talking her ear off but she wasn't about to tell him that. Instead she did was she often did with men, especially when she wanted something from them and decided to humor him. "Well, what'd you do? Did you let them get away with it?" Stephanie asked. The furniture store didn't see a lot of theft. It was pretty hard to steal a love seat. "I hadn't expecting to hear such a harrowing story bringing you over here. It sounds like you really need a drink." A drink she wouldn't be buying for him of course. She'd been raised right after all.















