<div class="floatright">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/312245865/original.gif)</div>For the second time that evening, Jean “Jeanie” Grace Waller, business executive with a prominent development company who had degrees, experience, talent, knowledge, red hair, and curves that didn’t know how to quit – had been stood up at the bar.<br/><br/>Her phone notifications were blank again, when she flipped it face up to check for the millionth time. The man who had promised first meet her at the hotel they were booked at hadn’t showed. When she called him out on that, he’d made up an excuse that she’d bought – hook, line, and sinker – and she’d moved to the hotel he’d promised the event was at. He was right, the event was there, and she’d even gotten a room. But the man? Was not. Absent, once again.<br/><br/>Jeanie picked up the half-empty glass from the shiny bar and swirled the liquid around a little bit.<br/><br/>“<em>Fuck</em>that motherfucker….”<br/><br/>She laid the phone back down after cursing and with her free hand, ran it through her bright curls, pushing them back from her face. The hotel bar wasn’t packed, but it wasn’t empty either, and she glanced behind her before turning back to the drink in her hand. One more slow sip and the liquor in her glass was mostly gone. Besides, this was Vegas, right? There was no reason to be pouty or pissy. There was plenty to do, beyond work. So much could –<br/><br/><em>“Another please.”</em><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://live.staticflickr.com/7117/7414002126_18f220273e_b.jpg)</div>The voice near her arm drew Jeanie’s attention and her dark grey eyes shifted in that direction. Standing at the bar was a voluptuous creature, with curves for days, and lipstick that instantly drew the gaze. Those plump lips spoke again and this time it was directed straight at Jeanie, making a grin appear unknowingly on her face. Who wouldn’t want to stay in the company of this gorgeous creature?<br/><br/>“Only if you’ll let me return the favor later,” she found herself saying and shifting around on the high-backed barstool to give the dark-haired woman her full attention. The mostly-empty glass was set down on the countertop and pushed towards the bartender. “I was drinking a little Bourbon, but I’ll have whatever you’re having.” She replied as her gaze did a quick shift up and down on the woman’s form. “And I’d love it if you joined me. Truth be told, I got stood up.<strong><em>TWICE.</em></strong>”<br/><br/>With her now free hands, Jeanie was pulling out the barstool next to her. The alcohol was certainly making her more friendly, but it wasn’t anything she wouldn’t have done sober, either. Talking to people, making friends, it was one of the things the red-head did best. “Can you believe it? I fell for the old ‘I forgot the place’ line. No more though. This is Vegas, right?? And we’re too pretty to be sitting by ourselves.” She sat back with a flirty grin and offered the woman her hand. “I’m Jeanie, by the way. Jeanie Waller.”<br/>