Go to the bar

Despite going through more than she wanted on her first day, Leanne was on holiday now. And she was there to enjoy herself. She didn't feeling like going to bed just yet so, after a quick shower to lose the feeling of the day, she headed down to the bar.

It was relatively quiet with just a handful of people sat around. It must have been later than Leanne realised. Or there just wasn't a lot of nightlife in this hotel. Either way, she figured she could have a drink or two to help her relax and then go to bed. She took a seat at the bar and ordered a glass of white wine. For once the young bartender wasn't leering over her and was suitably friendly. Leanne also had to admit that he was quite handsome. Maybe after a few drinks she'd be the lecherous one for a change.

After a while she noticed a guy sat further down the bar staring at her. Leanne guessed he was in his 30's and probably another tourist. He also seemed a little drunk. As she glanced in his direction she smiled nervously, not wanting to seem rude. However, as soon as she did he stood and starting walking towards her. "Oh, great..." she muttered.

As he got closer Leanne could confirm that the guy was definitely drunk. He was using the bar to support him. All the while keeping his eyes on her and showing his best creepy smile.

Leanne was wondering if she'd accidentally worn her 'I love cock' t-shirt today when he slouched into the bar stool next to her. "Well hello there beautiful!" he began, slurring his words just slightly. "What are you doing here all alone?"

"Just having a quiet drink," she replied with a nervous smile.

"I haven't seen you here before," he replied, not wasting any time to get into his cheesy repertoire.

"I just got here today," answered Leanne.

"Tell me you're not on holiday by yourself?" he asked, trying his best to hide his delight. Leanne nodded silently. The guy proceeded to give the usual lines about offering to show here around since he knew everyone and everything.

Just when she was wondering why all the locals thought they could fuck her, along comes this tourist to prove it's not exclusive to black guys.

Leanne glanced at the time. Was it too early to go to bed? Had she been in this conversation long enough that she could reasonably leave it? Not that she cared too much about that last one. It was more a case of if he'd actually shut up long enough to let her leave.