1 Meeting

On a cold autumn evening I enter a small bar on the left side of Candelin Avenue In Denmark. The smell of drunkards and stew waft in to my nostrils. I take my seat at the bar next to a man in his 30's. Frederick the bartender comes towards me. I've known him for a few months; I would come here occasionally and he was usually the only one working. "Will you get me the usual Freddie?" He heads off to the shelf to grab me a glass and pour my drink.

"Here is your drink Miss. whiskey on the rocks" he said then he stalked off to another customer.

"My my a pretty little thing like you shouldn't be drinking alone like this in such a scary bar mizzzz." He slurred his words in a drunken stupor.

"Especially such a manly drink. Ya need something fruity and sweet. Sir get her something sweet. Maybe a sex on the beach"

I smirk. 'Such a sexist thing to say I thought. Just like all the others'

" Well sir I do not quite care for your tone. Even though I'm a women doesn't make me any less capable then a 'man'. I'm not some pretty little twit you can take advantage of." My tone while pleasant to the ear dripped with a harsh venom.

He then stood up trying to advance towards me. I trip him and bring my sharp heels dangerously close to his baby maker. Several heads turned towards me.

"Well sir I think you need to worry about yourself before you start worrying about such a 'weak' women like myself. You almost got really hurt there dear." The coldness was evident in my eyes. He shivered and sobered up. "I recommend that you have someone take you home."

I then walked further away from the front of the bar. I really had to use the bathroom. I see a young blonde haired woman trying to fight off the advances of a man. She wore a periwinkle blue blouse paired with a white knee length skirt, a pair of stockings and periwinkle heels. Her hair in bouncy curls. 'How beautiful, a little angel"