The Pickup in the Dive Bar

He walks into the bar one warm summer evening. He stops at the door as his eyes adjust from the bright summer sun to the dimmed mood lighting in the bar. To the left he sees people enjoying themselves at the booths, but his gaze was quickly absorbed by the woman sitting at the bar.

He could tell she was a knockout. His eyes followed her body to the black sandal heels strapped around her ankles. Her red toenails shining in contrast to her heels. Dangling around her ankle was a silver bracelet which caught the light as she tapped her foot on her barstool. His gaze followed up her lovely calves to her white sundress covered in red flowers. The dress hugged her wonderful body in all the right places. Her large breast is completely on show. He could see her fingers on her right hand rimming the top of her glass. He could not see her face at the moment since her long dark hair was hanging loosely around her face. But when her head turned his mouth dropped just a bit.

She smirked. Not a lot but just enough that he saw. She quickly turned her head back to the bar. He took two steps closer to her. She turned back and smiled, twirling her hair and her fingers. They made eye contact and they both knew it was on.

He was standing behind the bar stool next to hers. His hands rested on the bar of the chair. “Hi there,” he started. “My name is Tor. Is this seat taken? May I join you?

She looked back into his eyes. “Nobody is sitting here,” she said, patting the sit. “You may, only if you can help me with something.”

“I can try. What can I do for you.”

“Well I need someone to have a drink with and mine is pretty much empty,” she said, shaking it. A smile came to both of their faces.

He pulled back the bar stool and took a seat next to her. Sliding the stool closer to her. He looked at her and smiled. “What are you drinking?”

Her finger comes up to her lower lip, tapping it like she was thinking hard on something. “How about a “, she said as the bartender walked over. He nodded that he heard.



“You heard what the lady would like. Can I get Old Fashioned? Also a glass of water.” With the drinks order he turned back to her. “So, I have a question,” he started to ask but she cut him off.

“My name,” she said with a smile.

“No honey,” he responded as he lifted his fingers to her face and brushed the few strands of loose hair from her face. “No, I was going to ask you what a beautiful lady was doing sitting alone, but now…” he let off. His head turned with a playful look that he was upset.

“Well,” she said, placing her hand on his shoulder pulling him back up so she could see his face. She paused,”I was waiting for you. And my name is not honey. That may work with the others you try to pick up, but not me. My name is Tiazolteotl. Tia for short.”

“Then Tia it is very nice to meet you,” he said with his hand extended. She took it and they shook. Their hands linger just a little longer than normal.

Over the next two hours the drinks were flowing, the flirting was heavy and the laughs were electric.

At one point as they were having a bite to eat she stopped the conversion. “Hold on, you have something on your face.” Before he could move she had her napkin between her thumb and forefinger and removed the sauce at the side of his mouth. Her other three fingers softly touched his cheek. She finished but her fingers lingered. Their eyes locked. His hand came up to hers, squeezing it in his.