Willow Benz

(WLW sorry guys) It's two in the morning at Broken Vows Bar and Grill. You're sitting there just nursing a rum and coke. The local punk band is breaking down their gear. But your eyes keep finding the drummer. Sassy, angry, and deadly attractive. She beat on her drums as if they offended her. From the first song she's all you could see. Obsession? Maybe. Now she's squatting on her drum throne looking pissed off and drinking a beer. You see her lips glistening and you want to kiss away the remnants of the beverage. You get off your barstool and approach her. Your heart is hammering in you chest.