So....I've been writing Twisted Pride, I couldn't help myself so here's a sneak peak.
I should have honoured Jason’s red flag when he texted me before our tinder match date with
‘Remember to bring your wallet, I’m pretty sure this place is cash only.’
This was my first mistake.
I had been waiting at the bar for an hour by the time he’d shown up. The new instagramable bar’s pop music thundered down my ears, the smell of overly sweet cocktails and craft beers became un-ignorable due to the humidity. The bar was packed, almost overflowing from the sheer number of people here. I was lucky to snag one of the iron and white leather stools, letting my thin heeled feet to rest but caused my envy green dress to ride up my thighs. I had worked down two cotton candy cocktails thanks to the bar tender, were he not gay, I’d probably ditch my date and climb him like a tree.
“Bea?” A male voice screamed loudly over the music for me to hear him, I almost jumped out of my skin. Turning on my stool, I took in Jason. He was grinning eagerly; his curly blonde hair was messy and stuck out in random directions from under his denim cap. He had dressed cohesively, jeans and plaid but in comparison to the crowd around us, he was severely under dressed.
“Jason! It’s nice to meet you!” I greeted with a smile.
“Wow! You’re so much hotter than your pictures” He began, his eyes lustfully glued to the light plunge on my dress. I tried my best to not let my smile falter, great start. I shuffled back in my seat, gently sliding my drink back with me. Without another word stole Todd the closest chair he could find, not caring someone else’s leather jacket still hung on it.
“Did you struggle to find this place?” I asked, chuckling lightly. Hoping there was traffic or something.
“Nah, I’m just downtown.” He said, finally ripping his eyes from my body to attract the bar tender’s attention. “You can practically hear the music at my apartment.”