Chapter 2672 Hand Job Slut:>Ep2
- It was getting late. Nancy could hear noises coming from the bar across the street. It was a little dive, mostly frequented by working class men from the nearby factories. She looked at her watch. It would soon be closing time. Nancy knew that she was not a pretty girl, but she also knew the old saying: they are all pretty at closing time. She put away her book, steeled her resolve, and strutted on her espadrilles into the bar across the street from the laundromat.
- Once in the bar, she looked around. The room was poorly lit, and poorly cleaned for that matter. An ancient, wizened man stood behind the bar, wiping a glass with a rag. Several inebriated patrons were on stools at the bar, nursing large mugs of beer. Gaudy neon beer signs lit up the windows.
- Nancy clenched her teeth and walked up to the bar, climbing up onto one of the stools. She didn't have any money. The ancient bartender came to her and asked what she would like to drink.