Lucy Kingston

It doesn’t take long for the taxi to deposit you outside the old victorian pub. Its large oak doors seem slightly intimidating as you grasp the worn brass door handle.

A heavy pull later and you’re inside the pub, the smells of larger and gastro food fill your nostrils as you approach the bar. Much to your surprise before you even have a chance to open your mouth a fresh pint of lager and a small neon blue shot is set down in front of you by a pretty copper haired barmaid. She smiles sweetly and sets down a small note between the two drinks.

You watch her as she walks away, those tight high waisted jeans clinging to her pert bottom as she saunters away, she gives you a quick smile when she glances back before rounding the corner to the other end of the bar.

Finally you look down at the note you see that it’s embossed with the Matcher Logo.

Hello John, these drinks are on us to help you with the nerves! Your date knows who you are and will introduce themselves soon!

With a shrug you pick up the shot and look it over. It glows very faintly like most fashionable liquires nowadays. You note that the blueberry scented drink is coloured the same as Matcher’s logo as you bring it to your lips and throw your head back.

It tastes absolutely fantastic, like this is easily the best thing you’ve ever tasted and it’s already tickling your conscious brain causing a slight fuzziness. You’re smiling by the time you set down the shot glass and pick up the pint.

Almost as soon as your tongue tastes the slightly bitter liquid a beautiful woman appears almost from nowhere holding a phone. She looks down at it intensely, using her dainty fingers to zoom in on whatever is on the screen before they come up and push her thick framed glasses back up her nose. Her sparkly blue nails seem to daze you as the light bounces off them.

That shot must have been something special as by the time you shake off the odd feeling the stunning blonde is beaming at you as she extends a hand to you. You gently grip her dainty hand, your fingers brushing against her multiple rings as your eyes drink in her beauty.

“Hello John, I’m Lucy, I get to be your first date!” She chirps, tilting her head slightly as she looks you over.