The old Hank senior songs filling the whiskey-scented air, bright neon signs shining down on the granite bar tops advertising strong beers, whiskeys and wines, and beautiful girls packed shoulder-to-shoulder inside a little Honky Tonk bar on the outskirts of Nashville, Tennessee.
"Hear that lonesome whippoorwill
He sounds too blue to fly
The midnight train is whining low
I'm so lonesome, I could cry.."
A few drunk folks loudly and obnoxiously singing along to I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry, George being one of them.
"I've never seen a night so long
And time goes crawling by
The moon just went behind the clouds
To hide its face and cry.."
Y/N's eyes float over to the tall brunette boy standing in front of her on the opposite side of the bar, his worn cowboy hat in his hand. "Hi, miss." George smiles.
"Hi, um, what can I getcha tonight?"
"A Bud Light please, ma'am."
She turns, grabs the beer then slides it across the counter towards him with an obviously fake smile on her face that in no way matched her tired eyes.
The boy was buzzing just after downing that one beer, and even more off talking to the cute bartender he was slowly starting to like.
The young man was barely twenty-one and had never had a girlfriend, let alone did he know how to flirt-
But did he try?
Yes.
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"I just realized you ain't told me your name yet." George sits his bone-dry can of Bud Light down on the bar top.
"I'm Y/N."
"I'm George." He smiles, "I oughta get goin' but.."
He grabs a stray, small piece of paper off the bar and messily inks down his phone number, sliding it her way. "I'll see you later, ma'am."
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Yee Haw Writes
FanfictionWhen I'm bored, I write and most of them don't fit into full length books therefore they go here. And yeah, this book too is outdated much like my old version of this book and the writing for most of them isn't that good (and yes, I get that some pe...
