Laura hadn't gotten laid in two weeks. This was a serious issue. Tonight was the night she went out, if nothing else for her, she'd find some fit, pissed guy who'd wanna shag a musician. And that's most guys, if she was gonna be honest.
She sat at the bar, sipping a Gin and Tonic when she spied a sad-looking ginger across the way. He was fit and looked like he needed a shoulder, or hand, or breast or...She grabbed her drink and walked over, smiling at him. "Hey"