Really?

            Julie entered the bar, dressed in red and in a black leather coat. The man she was looking for tonight would be the man of her dreams. And if not tonight, then maybe tomorrow night. She had nowhere better to be and nothing better to do. Her smoky eyes and jet black hair made her look dangerous, and her curves made her delectable to many of the eyes that scanned her as she walked in.

            Sitting on a bar stool at the bar, she positioned herself like a prim cat and called for a whiskey in her best sultry tone. Unfortunately, the spell she was trying to cast was about to be broken as her on and off again lover walked through the door.

            His lanky figure and greasy hair made her toes curl in excitement. An excitement that she wished she didn’t feel. It wasn’t that she didn’t like his looks or his personality, it was that she didn’t like the way picked his nails at the dinner table. The two looked incompatible, and they were from two different worlds, but there was something about him that drove her wild, and of course, he was happy to have someone out of his league clinging to his arm.

            “Hey, babe,” Max said, swaggering his way up to her like some actor in a disco era movie. “Thought I’d find you here slumming it. Why don’t you come back. I trimmed my nails.” He smirked and showed Julie his freshly cut nails. They were cut so short that it would take weeks for her to get annoyed enough to leave him again. Biting her lip, Julie shook her head.

            “Nu-uh, buster. Not this time,” the voice escaping her lips as high pitched and sounded cartoony, “I know you’ll just grow ‘em out and start plucking dirt at the table. I can do better!”

            “Aw come on! The apartment is a mess and I’m starved!”

            “Learn to cook and hire a maid.”

            “We can play that game,” Max winked. And that was it. She swooned. She fell. She walked out the door with a giggle and a fire in her eyes.

            “Really? Again?” Danny, the bartender sighed.

            “Yup! Now pay up!” Charles laughed, raising his glass. The bartender sighed and shook his head. Bringing out the expensive stuff that he had put up for the bet to see if she would find a new guy that night. Danny lost, but then again, he was planning on being the guy she would go home with.