Whiskey Sunday

I was sitting at the bar on night
It wasn't to full
A small crowd
Live DJ
I was drinking a Whiskey Sour
Hell I was already three shades in the wind
When she sat down next to me
With her friend
Laughing and giggling
About a pick up line
Some guy tried on her
At the last bar she was at
Me for split moment
Visualizing that it was me
They were talking about..
I got little insecure
I mean she was very beautiful woman
Light brown hair
Caramel skin
Just around 5"6 and 5"7
A tight “A” cup..
I'm thinking to myself
 Man not American
But something inside wanted me
To give her try
Just by listening
To her conversation
She didn't even know
As she and her friend
Ordered their drinks
Just laughing and giggling
And me knowing
I'll be the nest conversation
 When they arrive at the nest bar
Maybe I shouldn't
Hold on wait
She glanced over her shoulder
And smiled
And I said to myself
Now that’s a

"Whiskey Sunday”