The Girl From The Bar

Intro

Completely unrealistic story in which I make my characters go through the romance I will never have 

In this story, I gave the main character the exact same personality as me. I just wanted to see how far I could discover myself through this story and the different choices I would have to do. I discover myself and you get your story; it's a win-win situation.

In most of the stories I write, the main character has the perfect body and the perfect mindset, because that's what I aspire to be: perfect. I'm one of those people who are obsessed with the idea of perfectionism, and destroy myself to have the body of a model. So in this story, I decided to mix a bit of reality with fantasy: keep the perfect physique, but put my mentality in it. Baby steps, I guess.

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A picture of January is attached 

The official song for this book is Speeding Cars, by Walking on Cars

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The Girl From The Bar - Introduction

"She's back,"

"Look, that's the girl I was telling you about,"

"I bet you a hundred dollars her boobs are fake,"

"How can she look so pretty without makeup? I won't look this good on my wedding!"

Whispers erupted all around the pub as the mysterious girl walked through the doors. She headed towards her regular table at the far end of the room, with some people wondering how in the world she was immune to all the attention she was receiving. When she sat down, she directed her icy blue eyes towards the bartender and nodded slightly at him. He returned the gesture and gave a waiter a bottle of beer to give her. She took a long sip and leaned on the wall, closing her eyes slightly. Her actions seemed to mesmerize everyone in the room, as they were all observing her. It was like she had everyone caught in a trance, including Zach's table. The three boys were all silent (which was really unusual to them), and they were all staring at the beautiful creature that sat three tables away.

"She's so... Prett-ay," James said, his mouth hanging open. James was English, and his accent was extremely thick. Zach, however, didn't bother speaking. His quietness was enough for his friends to know what he meant.

"I know what to do," The third member of the group, Aiden, smirked. He ushered to a waiter, and whispered in his ear slightly. He grabbed the piece of paper that was handed to him and scribbled on it quickly. The server merely nodded and scrambled off. Aiden let his lips turn into a lazy half smile, and looked at the two guys.

"This, my friends," He cracked his knuckles. "Is how you get laid,"

"What did you do?"

"I bought her a glass of vodka, and an invitation to the party in my pants,"

After that small encounter, they observed quietly, all of them unconsciously holding their breaths in. They watched the server give her the drink, the piece of paper, and then pointing in their direction. She looked at all three of them almost skeptically, before her lips formed a tiny smirk that didn't go unnoticed. They all suddenly felt cold sweat running down their backs, internally wishing they hadn't tried to create any sorts of contact with her. She took a pen from the waiter, wrote down on the paper for a bit before handing everything back and casually leaning on her chair. The worker came back to their table, obviously annoyed from playing the role of a messenger, handed the message, and ran away before they could ask for another favor. Aiden nervously opened the paper, not exactly knowing what to expect. After staring at it for a few moments, his mouth dropped open. Zach and James couldn't take anymore of the suspense and snatched the paper, their facial expressions resembling their friend's.

When they looked back at her table she held up the cup that he bought her, winked, and chugged it down before grabbing her jacket and exiting the bar.

'Hey babe. Wanna hang out sometime? ;) –A'

'I prefer gin to vodka. –J'