She's the kind that stares and batters her eyes, while she roles a cherry around in her mouth. Twisting the stem with her tongue, achieving the all elusive knot.
She continues to sip her rum and coke through a straw, while she licks her ruby red lips on the other side of the bar. Fingers pressed up against the video poker machine, as she pokes images of other women in a game of nude concentration.
Blue lights flicker as she stares into the box, while a wildly smile forms across her face. "I'm good" she gloats. ...