Post by Heartbreaker on Aug 2, 2013 10:02:48 GMT -5
It’s another summer night in the busy streets of Charlotte, North Carolina. Most people were in a rush to head back to their homes or in some cases, others were heading to work. One woman did not have work to attend to, besides she wasn’t even booked to work on the next episode of Primetime. This woman was Lise Starr who had been going through a rough time recently due to issues with CM Punk and the betrayal from her best friend AJ Lee. What was she up to tonight anyway? Well, Lise entered a bar and walked over to the bar counter, then she sat down on a stool. Was she going back to the problems that led to her being saved by CM Punk? Lise was leaning her elbow on the counter as she was being served by a female bartender.
“Thank you.”
She replied to the bartender who was getting her drink then released a sigh which caught the attention of a tipsy man sitting next to her. He appeared to be in his early to mid 30s, he looked at Lise Starr for a couple of moments. The bartender then placed a glass of diet Coke with a small black straw onto the bar counter and she returned to serving other customers. As Lise took a little sip through the straw, the man spoke to her in a loud, obnoxious voice with a Boston accent. “Hey. How you doin’? Lemme buy ya a drink, hun.”
“Excuse me? I already have a drink of Coke. I’m fine.”
The man chuckles and stretches back, resting his hand on one of Lise’s shoulders. “Coke is cool if you're like a kid or somethin’ but if you wanna get lucky, ya got to get somethin’ stronger. Come on, it’s on me, cutie.”
“Umm... I appreciate the offer but no thank you.” She’d say, moving the man’s hand off of her shoulder.
The man moves closer to Lise, still chuckling. “Come on, all I’m asking is that you let me get ya a drink, at least humor me, will ya?” He then slides his other hand from the bottom of Lise’s seat and gropes her.
Widening her eyes, Lise turned to face the man. “What the hell do you think you are doing? C-Can you please not touch me? I-I’m not in the mood for this, okay? I’ve already had a bad week.”
Ignoring Lise, the man had already gotten a large pint of beer and he slams it on the counter near her, causing part of it to fly off out of it and onto the front of her chest. “Do all you foreign broads play hard to get? Aw nuts, I got some beer on your boobs. My bad, you should take your top off. Or I could be a gentleman and lick it off for ya...” Licking his lips, he smirks as he leans forward.
Clearly shocked, Lise attempted to wipe the bit of beer that landed on her top with her index finger. “Obviously your mother never taught you manners...” She muttered loudly before smiling at the man. “I know what you’re doing, you know. Trying to get me hammered, huh?”
Shrugging his shoulders, the man pulls off the worst acting ever seen. “Shit, I don’t know what you’re talking about, I just see this girl here looking kinda miserable and I try to make her a little happy. Ain’t nobody said I couldn’t make you happy without making myself happy too.” He picks up the pint and takes a large gulp before slamming it down again, this time missing Lise. “If ya want, I could keep it in my mouth and pour it down your tongue.” He smirks at her while resting his elbow on the table top.
“You’re really funny, aren’t you? I could be sitting here drinking down my misery and trying to make it into something “happy” but I am not the same woman I was a year ago. I changed my old habit thanks to a very special guy, who I admit might have done something terrible... b-but honestly, I don’t know the truth myself...” She looked up at him with anger in her eyes. “I know exactly the kind of man you are. You see the pretty girl with issues sitting on her own then you think to yourself “I’m gonna get a piece of that ass tonight”. You think you’re gonna get her so drunk which means she’s easy to control. Listen to me, sicko. I am not that kind of girl. I live a clean lifestyle and I can control myself.” Lise pushed the man’s hand off of her and got off of the seat.
Flipping his hands as if to suggest Lise talks too much, the man takes another drink from the pint and shouts over to her. “So does this mean I don’t get to have hot Aussie ass tonight? I’m sure I could make you bounce like a kangaroo, dingo girl...” He laughs as he stares at her and looks over her body.
Shaking her head for a brief moment, Lise looked up at the man and gave him a hard slap across the face. “You really need to get off the alcohol.” After sharing some last words, Lise exited the bar and began walking down the street as she took her phone out of her pocket to possibly call a taxi.
“Thank you.”
She replied to the bartender who was getting her drink then released a sigh which caught the attention of a tipsy man sitting next to her. He appeared to be in his early to mid 30s, he looked at Lise Starr for a couple of moments. The bartender then placed a glass of diet Coke with a small black straw onto the bar counter and she returned to serving other customers. As Lise took a little sip through the straw, the man spoke to her in a loud, obnoxious voice with a Boston accent. “Hey. How you doin’? Lemme buy ya a drink, hun.”
“Excuse me? I already have a drink of Coke. I’m fine.”
The man chuckles and stretches back, resting his hand on one of Lise’s shoulders. “Coke is cool if you're like a kid or somethin’ but if you wanna get lucky, ya got to get somethin’ stronger. Come on, it’s on me, cutie.”
“Umm... I appreciate the offer but no thank you.” She’d say, moving the man’s hand off of her shoulder.
The man moves closer to Lise, still chuckling. “Come on, all I’m asking is that you let me get ya a drink, at least humor me, will ya?” He then slides his other hand from the bottom of Lise’s seat and gropes her.
Widening her eyes, Lise turned to face the man. “What the hell do you think you are doing? C-Can you please not touch me? I-I’m not in the mood for this, okay? I’ve already had a bad week.”
Ignoring Lise, the man had already gotten a large pint of beer and he slams it on the counter near her, causing part of it to fly off out of it and onto the front of her chest. “Do all you foreign broads play hard to get? Aw nuts, I got some beer on your boobs. My bad, you should take your top off. Or I could be a gentleman and lick it off for ya...” Licking his lips, he smirks as he leans forward.
Clearly shocked, Lise attempted to wipe the bit of beer that landed on her top with her index finger. “Obviously your mother never taught you manners...” She muttered loudly before smiling at the man. “I know what you’re doing, you know. Trying to get me hammered, huh?”
Shrugging his shoulders, the man pulls off the worst acting ever seen. “Shit, I don’t know what you’re talking about, I just see this girl here looking kinda miserable and I try to make her a little happy. Ain’t nobody said I couldn’t make you happy without making myself happy too.” He picks up the pint and takes a large gulp before slamming it down again, this time missing Lise. “If ya want, I could keep it in my mouth and pour it down your tongue.” He smirks at her while resting his elbow on the table top.
“You’re really funny, aren’t you? I could be sitting here drinking down my misery and trying to make it into something “happy” but I am not the same woman I was a year ago. I changed my old habit thanks to a very special guy, who I admit might have done something terrible... b-but honestly, I don’t know the truth myself...” She looked up at him with anger in her eyes. “I know exactly the kind of man you are. You see the pretty girl with issues sitting on her own then you think to yourself “I’m gonna get a piece of that ass tonight”. You think you’re gonna get her so drunk which means she’s easy to control. Listen to me, sicko. I am not that kind of girl. I live a clean lifestyle and I can control myself.” Lise pushed the man’s hand off of her and got off of the seat.
Flipping his hands as if to suggest Lise talks too much, the man takes another drink from the pint and shouts over to her. “So does this mean I don’t get to have hot Aussie ass tonight? I’m sure I could make you bounce like a kangaroo, dingo girl...” He laughs as he stares at her and looks over her body.
Shaking her head for a brief moment, Lise looked up at the man and gave him a hard slap across the face. “You really need to get off the alcohol.” After sharing some last words, Lise exited the bar and began walking down the street as she took her phone out of her pocket to possibly call a taxi.
Big thanks to Blackheart for helping me with this.
