“FOR THE TENTH time,” lennon muttered to the man lingering beside her, “i’m not interested.” if she held a tighter grip on the wine glass she was currently craddling, she was certain that it would shatter and her favorite leather jacket would be forever ruined. the older male had been hitting on her for approximately fifteen minutes or so ( time was never something she understood once inside a dark bar or club ) and she would do just about anything to get him away from her. she turned down his drinks, swatted away his touches, and wiggled from his grip and yet the male still wouldn’t leave her alone. eyeing someone sitting alone at the bar only a few feet away from the unlikley pair ( someone quite attractive, lennon would add ), the blonde decided to make a swift and bold choice, including the new stranger in her narrative. “NOW,” she said rather sternly, trying to prove to the creep beside her that she was done with his games, “if you’ll excuse me, i have to get back to my date.” knowing the next few moves were vital, she quickly waltzed over to the stranger sitting alone and placed a hand on their back while slidding onto the barstool beside them. “so sorry that took so long, babe,” she cooed, eyes flickering towards the creep to make sure he was seeing ( and BELIEVING ) this. leaning in, she offered the new stranger a quick kiss on the cheek while softly whispering, “please play along.”
