Squirrley

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Evie made an excellent first impression. She was demure, well mannered, polite- everything Jeremy believed a good girl should be- so much so in fact, he was a little uneasy about making a move on her, because well, everything about her said she was just not ‘that kind of a girl’.

Evie had refused Jeremy’s offer of a cocktail with dinner, but when he suggested they go into the bar next door for a nightcap- she was energetically onboard, “Excellent!” Jeremy responded enthusiastically, more of a congratulatory remark on his stroke of fine luck than anything else- as he had more or less already conceded to her saying no and thus bringing an early end to their evening together.

She ordered an Espresso Martini and he a Rusty Nail- both nice sipping drinks so that was a plus- the conversation was amicable, and Jeremy noticed by the end of the first drink Evie was starting to come out of her shell a little, so he offered another, and was thrilled when she acquiesced to ‘just one more.’

Well, two turned into three, turned into five, and it was about there, Jeremy finally lost count- as Evie flagged down the bartender to order up ‘just one more round’, Jeremy politely excused himself and headed toward the restrooms. 

When he returned, he was flabbergasted to find Evie, with his Rusty Nail clamped tightly between her thighs- and some guy Jeremy hadn’t even known existed before he excused himself- tossing maraschino cherries into his drink, much to Evie’s delight. 

Jeremy called the bartender over to the service bar, took care of the tab and exited quietly out the back door- he had dated enough girls who got squirrely when they drank to know Evie, despite her fine deportment while sober- was not the girl for him.

This is my contribution to both Melissa’s FFFC #318 which provided the photo prompt, and Denises’s Six Sentence Story, where the prompt this week was Impression

And, YES I do know that is a Chipmunk- but a girl always has options….

46 thoughts on “Squirrley”

  21. Chipmunks can be a little squirrely acting, too.

    Your story reminded me of a conversation I heard once.

    “My daddy told me to never date a girl who would accept a drink before noon.”

    “My daddy told me never to date a boy who would offer me a drink before noon!”

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