When Lisa arrived at the club, she showed her access card to the bodyguard who stepped aside and she went inside. She went to the counter and sat down, placing her purse on her laps to cover her bare things. The black shiny dress she wore was a little too short but she didn't mind. Who was she? She was Lisa after all and she didn't care about what people said about her.
The bartender walked over to her, ''hi Lisa, what should I get you tonight?'' the bartender knew her because she was a regular at the club. He knew her taste but Lisa had the habit of changing her drinks each time so he didn't want to get her something she didn't want.
''Screwdriver'' Lisa replied.
''Nice choice for the night'' he said and went to get her cocktail ready.
