Scott

When Scott arrived at the inn, the streets were deserted and the sky was dark. The only illumination was cast by the crescent moon hanging low in the sky, which occasionally slipped behind cloud cover to throw the entire town in to darkness.

As Scott pushed open the heavy door and stepped inside the inn, he was surprised to find only a single bar maid, still awake and cleaning the day’s mess. She looked up in surprise at his unexpected entrance, but quickly placed a smile on her cute face. She had smokey grey eyes, and short honey blonde hair which framed her face perfectly. She looked no older than 17, and Scott couldn’t help but notice that she had effectively used her uniform to try to hide her curves, instead of accentuate them.

“Hello, welcome to The Stag,” She said, somewhat cautiously, “The bar is closed for the night, but can I assume you’re looking for a room?”
“I am indeed,” replied Scott, “And anything else you may have to offer.” Scott spoke the last sentence with a raised eyebrow, to convey his meaning, but also with a disarming smile.
Scott grinned at how cutely shy she was, as she clasped her hands infront of herself, covering her breasts with her arms.
“I...I’m,” She stuttered and took a step away from Scott, “The Boss put me in charge for the night... I... I don’t want to let him down.”
He could hear the fear in her voice, and knew that the reason she had given, whether true or not, was just an excuse.
Scott sighed. He wondered if he should go to bed and stop scaring the poor girl, even though scaring her was not his intent at all.
He was pretty tired after all...