“Hi there.”
An elaborate glass filled with an unusual,
swirling liquid appeared next to Jake’s cheap beer. The owner of the glass had
a smooth, soft arm the color of melted caramel.
“Uh, hello,” Jake said, turning. The eyes of the woman
who addressed him were dark and smoky, but flashed with something he would’ve
described as predatory, if he’d possessed the awareness. Nor did he notice the sinister
appearance created by the sharp lines of her makeup.
“Your beer’s empty,” she said.
“Huh? It’s fresh.”
He lifted the can and shook it. Nothing.
“Let me buy you a drink.”
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