Dragons Do It Dirtier
TAYLOR
I was getting laid tonight.
It was happening.
If I could ever make it from the deep, dark depths of the bar’s “overflow parking.”
Whatever the sign wanted to call it, it was a poorly lit field with a gravel path pretending to be a road.
I just had to go and pick a busy night for my revirginization-prevention project, aka Get Laid Now plan. Complete accident. The type of bar, on the other hand, not accidental at all. I’d wanted a local place that was anything but upscale.
I’d googled “dive bar” in my zip code, and Derek’s was the first place to pop up. Maybe bad lighting was just part of the package—and a long walk and ankle-twisting holes in the path.
I wouldn’t really know, not having ever been to a dive bar before. And not having friends who went to d
