The Parking Lot. Attractive
Attractive things. Those were bar counters, drinks, and women. That's why after hours of stressful slavery in his office cubicle, Roberto couldn't refuse the allure of smoky rooms, finger food, and Top 40 hits. Music too loud he couldn't hear his co-worker's ranting next to him, Roberto didn't mind. A cold bottle of beer in his hand was enough to make him stay and gamble his night away.
Roberto looked around as his co-worker continued rambling about his own day at their office, scouting for any woman who'd volunteer to be taken home or even to the parking lot. Attractive.