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strawberry daiquiri/that's hot

June / 6:12 PM

I haven't seen her in about two months. We haven't been getting a lot of business all week. Why? I don't know. There were about five people here out of the usual forty. No, they weren't regular customers. In fact, I have never seen their faces before.

I gave them everything they needed so I decided to clean up a bit. I didn't want to leave the bar because she might come in. Sure, it's been two months but I refuse to lose hope.

"You've been looking really sad lately." Louis, my co-worker, said. "What's up?" He asked. "I mean, nothing really. I'm just really into this girl I guess." I shrugged. "Oh," he smirked, "so you've got a mistress? What's her name?" He asked. I looked at him and then down at my hands.

"I don't know her name, man." I mumbled. "What? How do you not know her name? How old is she?" He interrogated. "She didn't want to tell me." I smiled to myself. "And she's uh, seventeen." I hesitated. Louis' eyes grew wide as he heard my last words. It's like he'd seen a ghost.

"Dude, you're gonna go to fucking jail!" Louis said, hitting my arm "You know better!" He scolded. "No I won't, Louis. I didn't rape her or anything and we're not even together." Louis sighed, shaking his head. "Whatever, good luck, pervert." Louis said.

I went back to the bar and looked out of the window to see something I hadn't seen in a month or so. She was wearing shorts that made me lust for her even more than before. She wore a camisole as well, and the same shoes she wore when we met.

Soon enough, she entered. And just like before, she had her head down, so she didn't see me admiring her from a distance. (booty from a distance by ugly god hagshagshahaah). She sat at a stool and looked up at me. "Oh! Hey, Calum!" She smiled like I saw her yesterday. I couldn't help but smile at her awkward enthusiasm. "Hey, uh, turkey burger girl." I laughed, scratching the back of my neck.

"What's your name?" I asked. "I can't tell you." She said, adjusting her shirt. "Do you have strawberry daiquiri here?" She asked out of nowhere. "Yeah, but you're seventeen." I said. I have to act like an adult. I would totally give her alcohol if I didn't work here.

"I'm eighteen." She said plainly. "I turned eighteen last month." She continued, trying to convince me. "When's your birthday?" I asked. "May 28th." She said. "Well, on that day three years from now, I'll be happy to buy you a drink." I said, trying to be stubborn. "That is, if you tell me your name." I laughed at myself.

"Aw, c'mon, Cal." She said, using the nickname only my close friends use. "I'll tell you my name if you make me a strawberry daiquiri." She reasoned. "I'd rather not know your name if that means possibly losing my job." I said. I'm interested in gettingto know her but this job is my world. She frowned. I didn't mean to upset her, I just really like my job. "Please, Calum. I've been having a super stressful week." She pleaded.

I sighed, finally giving in. "If I do this, you have to tell me your name." I said, lowering my voice a bit. She nodded with a huge smile on her face. "Deal." She said holding out her hand for a handshake. "And," I started. "You have to visit me at least once a week." I said.

"Alright, deal." She said, holding her hand out once more. I shook her hand, not wanting to let go. "Follow me." I said a bit under my breath. I walked towards the kitchen, making sure Louis was no where near us.

I opened the kitchen door for her because, y'know, I'm a gentleman. She gave me a low thanks and walked in front of me. "You can sit here." I tapped the counter. Soon after, she hopped onto the counter. Her feet were far from touching the ground. "You're really short." I laughed, walking towards the alcohol. "Shut up." She laughed.

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"So your name is?" I asked, watching her drink the last of her daiquiri. "My name? Oh, it's Alisha." She said casually. "Alisha," I repeated. "That's hot." I said plainly.

In my defense, I was half drunk. I wasn't just gonna sit there and watch her drink a foot-long glass of alcohol. "Oh?" She seemed a bit surprised. "How old are you, Calum?" She asked.

"I'm twenty-three, Alisha." I smirked. "That's hot." She said, hopping off the counter and walking out of the kitchen.

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lol fuck zayn

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once again dyING OF LAUGHTER BECAUSE I WAS A FETUS WHEN I WROTE THIS UHHHH HI