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“Fuck!” Colbie yelled, sneaker scuffing at the gravel beneath her feet as she left the auto-body shop. The owner was nice enough to tow her car, but it was Friday night and they were closed, meaning he couldn’t work on it until Monday. Towing the car to the next town over to another auto body shop would be extremely expensive - meaning it’d just be better for Colbie to crash in town. She’d already texted her mom to let her know what had happened, and she had already sent some money to Colbie’s bank account via pay pal to help cover the expenses. This is what she got for moving across the country for a new job - she should have just stayed in Detroit.
The owner had said there was a motel and a small hotel in town and had even written down the numbers on the back of his business card. With a bag of clothes slung over her shoulder, she began walking down the main street. She desperately needed food and a drink, and she had spotted a pub down the street. She made it there after ten minutes and ordered some fries and two beers - plugging her phone into the outlet by her feet. With it being mid-day and a Tuesday, she was one of the few patrons inside.
She all but jumped when the bell on the door rang as it was opened. But when she saw the person walking in, she grinned. She was just her type with the dark hair and eyes and being all tall. When she settled at the other side of the bartop, Colbie quickly got the attention of the bartender and told him to send a beer over to her. When the beer was received, Colbie gave a little wave and gestured for the woman to join her. They chatted a bit and Colbie couldn’t help but to flirt as they made their way through introductions.
“So, it looks like I’m at least here for a long weekend. What is there to do in this town aside from drink and stare at cows?”
