Originally posted 11/2/16 at ____, censored to cover the gore.
GORE WARNING:: Graphic murder scene follows. For the gore-free version, click the link above.
Liz smothered a smile, looking at the man in front of her. He was looking through his pockets for a pen, even though his phone was hanging half-out of his jacket pocket. She rested her head on her hand, her elbow on the bar, and watched him.
She’d seen the man around town before, but she’d not spoken to him he’d spent all night watching her as she danced with Lisa. She’d sent him a couple of smiles, encouraging him over, and he’d finally joined them around 2.30. It was now a quarter to four, and she was looking to head home.
“Gotcha!” he called, pulling out a pen and holding it out to her.
Liz smiled and reached over to rescue his phone from his pocket. “I’m not that old-school, sweetie.”
Phil flushed, putting the pen back in his jacket. She held the phone out for him to unlock, then filled in her name and number.
“Well, then, I will see you later,” Liz said, and reached out to kiss the man on the cheek.