I walk over to her, offering to buy her a drink.

"Got a fu minutes for a pint darlin'?" I ask, my Norfolk accent grating on my ears, contrasting sharply when juxtaposed with her subtle beauty.

"Yeah alright then," she grins, revealing a set of perfect white teeth but with one stunning gold capped front tooth. "I'll have a malibu and diet coke ta."

As she sits down on the bar stool I catch a glimpse of her gold thong poking out over the top of her white track suit bottoms. Such class, there are not many girls who match their underwear to their tooth cap and mascara.

The End

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