This was inspired by this vibrator and has 365 words, and the nails and the wallet (but not the attachments (yet)) are mine. And it's second person, because that creeps a certain person out.

You're sitting on a barstool, slouched forward and staring fairly intensely into your drink, a flirty blue thing that really doesn't match your mood or style and which you only bought because it was half-price tonight and the first thing on the board that caught your attention.

The place is on the quiet side of busy, tonight, but you're not all that surprised when someone steps up beside you to order a drink. There's a flicker of movement in the corner of your eye, and you glance sideways - of course you look, despite the fact that you really don't want to talk to anybody; brooding gets tedious, and if all you'd wanted was to get shit-faced you could have stayed at home and done it a lot more cheaply and conveniently - to see a smallish pair of hands fiddling with a chunky black wallet.

The nails are clipped short and painted dark green, and as you watch, she - you assume it's a she, though there's only one ring, plain silver, and her hands aren't that small - flips over the wallet and fidgets with the items attached to it, the key-ring apparently fixed onto the zipper. There's only one key, a Yale, and you wonder if she lives nearby or if she's planning on taking a taxi, but then you realize what the pudgy blue key-ring actually is.

It's a vibrator. There's a URL on the side that you recognize, an online sex shop that you've never actually bought anything from but browsed a few times and been quite impressed by, and it's a vibrator. An actual sex toy, that she's futzing with, flicking at with different fingers, and wow.

Her fingers still, gripping slightly at the key and the wallet and the vibe as she places her order - just one drink, and it's not something ridiculously girly like yours, and her voice is pleasantly smooth - and you place a finger on the back of her hand just as she's about to move to open her wallet.

"Let me get that for you?" you say, and finally look up. Your night is looking a whole hell of a lot better.