Brooke gulped down her fear and tried anyway.“So, what does a girl have to do to get a drink on her birthday?” Pure cheese. From where had she sli...ed that?His stony face did not betray a flicker. Those eyes stayed fast on the pouring of his drink. “I’d have thought,” he said after a pause that spanned an aeon, “that her friends would stand her one.” His accent was polished, English—very double-0 seven, just like Kimber had suggested.“Well yeah, but that’s obligation,” she ventured, astounding. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of. Frank isn't five feet out the door when the other guy from the bar gets up and comes over and asks if he can buy you a drink and keep you company. You slide over next to the wall and invite him to sit down. He introduces himself as Roger and tells you he really enjoyed watching you dance and would love it if you danced with him. You say "sure" and tell him you are just killing time here. You give him the line about your boyfriends plane being late and he would text you when he landed. You dance. **Note from the Author: Special thanks to all of the folks who gave mefeedback on my first story, it was greatly appreciated.