Pugnacious

IT WAS FRIDAY. Finally. Miriam leaned on her hand and stirred her drink. Why did they always have to go to the same bar? "Okay. So, what about that guy?" Jennifer head pointed at a youngish looking suit, leaning on the bar with a practiced smirk. "He's good-looking." Miriam looked up. "Which one?" They all … Continue reading Pugnacious