Book Bar, Girly Drink Boi

You mosey over to the bar, taking your time to get a good look at the boi. Her chestnut hair is done up in a tight bun, you'd guess that when she lets it down it would rest on her shoulders. She's wearing a tight hot-pink tank top and her crotchless chaps are cut off at the upper thigh. She has obvious European feature and based on her olive complexion you'd peg her as a Greek, hell, you'd just peg her. She has a nice, round ass that looks slappable and her legs are well toned, likely from walking in those stilettos that adorn her feet. Her toenails and finger nails are both the same color as her top and finely taken care of. Lightly grasped in her hands is, what appears to be, a Piña Colada.

You saddle up to the bar and take a seat next to the boi. Almost immediately an asian futa meets you at the bar.

"Anything to drink, ma'am?", the asian girl asks.

"I'll get a Cuba Libre please," you answer showing your ID to the bartender.

As the bartender gets to work on your drink you turn around on the bar stool and engage the boi.

"Hey there, my name's Jane," you say extending a hand.

The boi gives you a curious look but places her hand on top of yours, "My name is Chara."

You bring the hand you your lips and, as is customary, give her knuckles a light peck and then release her hand. The boi fights back a small smile from the attention.

"So, Chara, why are you sitting all alone?" you inquire as the bartender serves your drink. You slide the futa your card to pay for the drink.

"Ugh!" exclaims Chara in her greek accent, "I'm not here alone! I was with some friends but they decided to get drunk and let the first lugheaded futa who gave them a dirty look a free ride."

You can tell that the boi isn't too thrilled to have been abandoned by her friends and you can't help but feel sorry for her. You give an internal grumble and decide to take the responsible approach.

"Hey, uh, look..." you begin, scratching the back of your head. "I came over here with the intention of trying to get into your pants but I can see you're not having a great time, so maybe you'd like to just talk to someone?"

Chara smiles warmly and gives a soft chuckle, "Well, I certainly appreciate the honesty and I certainly wouldn't mind having someone to talk to, but I never said anything about not letting anyone into my pants."

You chuckle and take a drink of your Cuba Libre, "So, Chara, what do you do?"

The boi takes a sip of her drink and sighs, "You know those bois at the malls that stand there and offer to spray you with perfume?"

You nod.

"Well, I'm one of them. Glamorous, I know. How about you Jane? What do you do?"

You take a gulp of your drink and nervously clear your throat, "Well, I'm currently unemployed, I only just finished my masters."

"Ooh, college girl, huh? What's your major?"

"Biomedical engineering," you answer.

Chara swivels in her chair and locks eyes with you and stares in silence for about a minute. You chuckle nervously, "Anything wrong?"

"Nah, I'm just a bit confused is all. You look pretty young to be a doctor."

"Oh, I'm not a doctor!" you correct the boi, "I'm just one of the girls who would work in the labs, making medicine and all that crap. I wouldn't wanna be in school until I'm thirty!"

Chara looks you up and down, "Alright college girl, I'll bite. How old are you?"

"I just turned twenty-six two months ago."

Chara gives a light laugh, "I knew it! Well college girl, a little tit for tat, I've only just turned twenty-one last week. Tell you what, this bar areas a little cold, how about we take these drinks to one of the booths?"