Scintillating Tart's more prompts:
Pinup girl
Combat boots
Movie night
Shopping
He looked across the bar, he hadn't been here in quite some time, he usually came out to pick and try to forget his troubles, most days it didn't work, he was giving it one last try. He needed to forget more than his troubles tonight.
He was beside himself, he had walked in on a far too private conversation between Garcia and Kevin, what he had seen was enough. Kevin asked her to marry him and he stormed out before he could hear her response. A part of him hoped she would say no, but a part of him wanted her to be happy, and if marrying Kevin Lynch would do that, he would have to get use to it.
He looked across the bar and saw what looked like a pin up girl, she was dressed in a skin tight mini and was very curvy, not like all the girls he usually picked, they were superficial and full of themselves. He scanned her from head to toe, she was dressed to kill and was sporting combat boots to boot. He was thinking she was his kind of gal, he just needed to get her attention.
He downed his drink and sauntered across the bar, he walked up beside her and tried to make idle conversation, but she would not turn to look at him, she was busy talking to a guy on the other side of the bar. He wasn't surprised she was popular, she was something to look at.
She turned towards him and smiled and he nearly dropped his jaw on the counter.
"Garcia?" he asked.
"Hey handsome, what brings you out here?"
"Needed a diversion," he said flatly. "you?"
"Play practice, hence the outfit, decided to stop in and have a drink."
"So congrats, egh." he said ordering another drink.
"For what?" she asked.
"Kevin, aren't you engaged?" he wasn't sure he wanted the answer.
"I told Kevin no and he ran off like a child, wouldn't even talk to me. I went shopping for some props for the new play I am in, went to practice and came here."
He couldn't hide his smile, "I just thought."
"Don't assume, handsome," she said leaning in close to his ear, "you don't know what I am thinking."
"Is that so?" he asked.
"Yes, for sure, what do you think I am thinking now?" she purred.
"That you look smoking hot in that outfit." he admitted without thinking.
She blushed, "well I was thinking more that I would love to go home with you tonight."
"Oh," he joked, "for a landmark movie night?"
"Only if we are making our own," she said tugging on his hand, "lets hail a cab, your place or mine?"