Bad Girl
Her t-shirt said 'Bad Girl' and her eyes said ‘read the t-shirt’.
James had been propping up the bar all night, somewhat despondent at his lack of luck with the ladies. It wasn’t that he was unattractive, but he began to think that the desperation was evident on his face. “Can girls even see that?” he asked drunkenly with a sweep of his hand. The barman wasn’t listening, not that he could hear James over the loud, booming bass of the club music anyway. He just shrugged and carried on to...
