The blonde

The blonde girl in pigtails seems cute and non-threatening. You walk over to her and sit next to her.

"Are you here by yourself?"

"All by myself," she responds in a babyish voice.

"My name is John. Can I buy you a drink?"

"My name is Ashley," she responds. "And I already have a drink."

You notice white liquid in a glass. "Is that a white Russian?"

"No, it's milk, silly!" Ashley responds. "I don't come to bars to drink. I come to meet boys." Ashley twirls her hair and bats her eyes at you. She's really cute, and being really forward with you.

"Would you like to go somewhere else, Ashley? It's loud in here." you ask.

"I know," Ashley frowns, "It's too loooooud. Let's go home. Do you have a car?"

"I sure do," you reply. "Do you want me to take you home?

She nods her head. "Please take me home, Daddy."

You find it a little bizarre, but a little hot, that she called you Daddy. The two of you walk to your car. You open up the front passenger door for her, but she refuses to get in. "I'm not allowed to sit in the front seat." You open up the back seat and she hops in. As you start to close the door, she stops you and asks, "Can you buckle me in?"

"Okay, I guess so." you buckle her seat belt as she says, "Thank you, Daddy!"

You get in the driver's seat and ask, "Now where to?"