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She half looked up at the balding man with double chin and open necked checked shirt. “I haven’t been around,” she replied, not really wanting to engage in conversation with him hoisting herself up onto a recently vacated bar stool. “Pour me a beer will you. I’m thirsty.”
“A beer huh, serious business. You’re usually a Bacardi girl.” The barman prided himself on remembering people’s ‘usual poison’. He poured the drink and put it in front of her, then took the money from her hand.
Bev leaned forward on the bar, oblivious to the fact of how damp bar stained mat was making the sleeve of her jacket. After staring at it for a minute and tracing a cold trickle down the glass with her finger, she swooped up the drink. To the surprise of a few interested onlookers, threw her head back opened her throat and downed the beer in a few glugs.
Bev smacked her lips and wiped any dribbles from her chin with the back of her hand in one swipe. “Ahh, that tasted good,” she said. “Set me up another.”
“A girl after my own heart,” said a friendly voice to the side of her. “You looked like you needed that.”
“I did, and now I need another.” Bev turned her head and saw a tall blonde man with sparkly blue eyes standing close to her. It was Ricky, tall, cheeky, good-looking male student, who the women swooned over and was on the same course as Kyla.
Her gaze travelled down his body and detected toned abs underneath his black t-shirt with the university logo. and further down,an attractive looking package at his crotch inside tight jeans.