The bar was half full that night.
It was only on weekend nights that the bar got full and really crowded but not week nights. Most tables were empty and the bartenders didn't seem to have so much on their table. They just wiped tables as they shared meaningless chit-chats with their drunk customers.
A redhead was staggering on the small, center stage, singing some break-up song horribly. She was probably tipsy and seemed to be entertaining a bunch of males.
Cindy Paul stepped into the quiet bar and the stench of liquor and smoke mixed with cheap perfume immediately knocked her nostrils.
She stretched down her tight, short, black dress, trying to cover her naked hips that had already started grabbing eyes. She was not used to short dresses like this. Dresses that exposed her flawle
