Jack sidled up to the bar where a single woman sipped her drink. The shimmering lights of the disco ball moved over his face as he waved down a bartender. “Whiskey.” The bartender slid the glass over.
She bit her straw seductively.
“What’s your name?”
“Strawberry.” Her voice had a strange accent. “Strawberry Mint Lemonade. Good to meet you, Whiskey.”
He chuckled. “My name’s Jack – whiskey’s what I’m drinking.”
The beautiful woman tilted her head further than natural. “Is not saying of humans, ‘You are what you eat’?” She grabbed him by the wrist. “What does ‘Jack’ taste like?”
Did anyone expect something that wasn’t weird? Also, I’m finding that I have several stories about a flirtatious meeting where the female ends up being cannibalistic or something like that. I need to branch out a bit!
Anyway, this was written for the May 30th Carrot Ranch prompt, Strawberry and Mint.