Late Night Drink

Antoine wiped down the bar one last time. Almost closing, he thought. Be good to get home, check on the kids, and get some shut eye.

Kelly came in, the door jingling. Her large fake tits bounced, her eyes wet with tears. She sat down at the bar, wiping her eyes, her platinum blonde hair askew.

"What's wrong, sweet cheeks?" Antoine asked.

"Jamie ... it's just ... he's broke. We're broke. And we're done. Oh, Antoine, I don't know what to do," she whimpered. He came across the bar, hugging her tightly. Her big, pert, fake ass cheeks jiggled pleasingly, and she melted into him, wrapping her arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder just like Katie or Emily would.

Antoine held her for long moments, just letting her get it out, and then got her a glass of the hardest whiskey he had, and one for himself. He thought while she got it out, while she adjusted to her new reality.

"Would you like, maybe ... to come over sometime?" Antoine asked, broaching it cautiously. "Just for dinner."

"Oh, Antoine," Kelly said, thinking about it. She really was pretty. "Sure, I'd love that."