Greta's bar is quite noisy, with drinks going around and everyone having a good time. I sat with my guys as they trade shots of tequila and downed it like it was water. Next, they will switch to expensive scotch. I did not want to come, but not to be a spoilsport, here I am, proving tough. Deep down, I just want to be home. Sitting on my cozy sofa, playing a video game on my Xbox One.
"Come on, Glenn! One more!" Patrick pats my shoulder as a waitress dressed in a miniskirt and cropped top with half of her boobs almost spilling out, brought another round. I averted my eyes fast from her chest. I did not want to be caught staring. She smirked, offload the drinks from her tray, and walked away, swinging her hips.
I looked around at the noisy, smokey bar and caught sight of a pretty in-a-cool way lady. I think she might be a bit older than I am. She had on a bit of makeup and her very red, luscious lips were inviting. I could not help staring this time.
She sat cross-legged, a cigarette in between her index and middle finger. She smiled a little, giving me a come hither look. She swipes her upper lip slowly with the tip of her tongue. I kept staring. I became hot all over like I am sitting on hot coals. Is this the day I finally shed my virtue?
"She wants you", Patrick whispers in my ear quietly. "What are waiting for?"
I turn to Patrick and laugh nervously. "No, she doesn't." Patrick looked up above my head and grinned like an idiot. Then a soft, feminine hand with long, red painted nails slipped around my waist to rest on my thigh! I almost jumped from the bar stool I sat on.
"Easy, baby. You look good enough to eat", she crooned softly as I stare into her eyes.
I hope you enjoyed reading my piece. This short story is a five-minute freewrite inspired by the prompt "hot coals". Join 
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