It was a dark and stormy night when the tall dark and handsome stranger entered the lonely bar. A woman with strong locks of strawberry blonde hair looked away from her dry martini and stared into icy blue eyes that approached her. With all the control she could muster, she tore her eyes away and stared into the mirror behind the the bottles of liquor.
The barman raised his eyebrows while polishing an already clean glass, then shook his head.
The stranger removed his great cloak and sat next the woman.
Her hands trembled.
The stranger spoke. What’s a woman like you doing in a bar like this?
The woman turned her head, her full blonde hair stealing all the dim light from the room.
The woman whispered. This place is too noisy, let’s go back to my place so we can… talk.
The bar tender slammed his hand on the table between them and pointed at sign on the wall.
“No religion. No politics. No cliches.”