The sound of isolated pop music blares from inside Griffs Pub into Lana's ears as she steps out of her car. The smell of Jack Daniels and Budlight stings her nose, reminding her of a man; the one thing she couldn't bare to think about.
Walking through the doors and taking her look around, scoping out the good looking women, she spots a tall, thin blonde standing alone at the bar humming along to the blaring music to herself. She turns her head, catching Lana's gaze, being sure not to break it. And with one finger, she beckons
Lana over.
"What could I get you, pretty lady?" The bartender asks Lana. "Mint tequila, please"
"Put it on my tab." The blonde spoke. Her raspy voice made Lana look over, scanning her face. Her sharp jaw and prominent cheek bones stood out, but her piercing blue eyes captured Lana's attention.
"Does this mean I get to buy you a drink now, or is this a one way street?"
"I could take a drink, especially from you. What's your name, cupcake?"
"Lana. Lana Winters." Her lisp peeking through. Though Lana hated it, the blonde found it absolutely adorable.
