text: Tick...tick...tick...
  
  
  You've been staring at your watch for nearly an hour and there isn't any sign of stopping. Normally you'd take a shot to calm your nerve since you deciding to enter the bar but the mood here failed to meet your taste. It's too quiet, too eerie at the time. Maybe it has something to do with the place itself as the bartender doesn't particularly enjoy any conversation with visitors just like you.
  
  
  Who designed this place? No wonder why there are so few people setting their boots here. You cannot find any positive point except for the waitress, a hot brunette who unfortunately doesn't appear to be working properly, she nearly spilled the entire claret on another customer without apologizing. Good thing kindness is still among some people these day.
  
  
  "Oh, Laura..." You sigh at yourself, pulling your forehead. "Why did you have to leave?"
  > You flirt
  The alcohol in your blood is kind of getting out of control right now. You need to sto-
  
  
  "Hey there, ~hotness!" You say, trying to force yourself not sounding like a manwhore.
  
  
  "...You called me, sir?" She looks at you expectantly...no, confused is more likely to describe her stunning expression right now. Maybe you're being too forward! 
  > You slow down, no ladies are gonna run away
  You straight up your sitting and then...a dreamy glance escapes your eyes through the thickly shade to enters her own.
  
  
  "Sir? Do you want something?"
  
  
  It doesn't work. What?!! You should get a blush and an embarassing bow to the side from her, not a speech line! You try your best to come up with an answer. Maybe you shouldn't have thought so highly about yourself, that would be a start.
  
  
  "Can you help me find a name to put on the angelic painting before me? I'm helpless just by looking." You do your dirty tongue smoothly, making it sound like a sore one.
  
  
  "Hmmm." She smirks, such a pair of delicious lips she got. "Sir? Are you trying to ask me out?"
  
  
  This is some seriously sticky situation you've gotten yourself into, you just can sit there hopingly. A mature woman might not be very easy but at least you can live with that. No big trouble.
  
  
  "Obvious flirting like that will get you no where, that's all I can say, big boy."
  
  
  ...
  
  
  Shameful...Too shameful. A grown man being looked down by a lady, younger than him no less.
  
  
  Y.O.U  F.A.I.L
  
  
  "Too much stimulation to try and not a single one worked out, guess I am not fit to be with another." You wailfully groan, stepping out of the bar.