stretch my own lips take. If she only knew how close she’d hit… This will be the second time she manages to elevate my mood, in person, and this time she has her clothes on.
I wait the sufficient amount of time one would take to get settled and order a drink before pressing the button on my earpiece, “Dude, straight dark hair, cream sweater, killer bod, with a group, what is she drinking?”
“Oh, wow . Wow!” Eileen exclaims. “Mr. I just replaced my bed, there wasn’t enough space left on the bedpost, shows genuine interest in someone? We are at what she drinks, Reeves? I’m jealous!”
My fellow bar colleagues are familiar with my theory of alcohol and women, the rarer the drink, the rarer the lady. They also know, full well, that it’s about once every blue moon that I actually care to know what someone drinks.
“Should we tell him?” Eileen teases.
“Oh, you want to hear this one, bro.” Dan says, and my lips lift a degree. “Ready…?”
“Shoot.”
“Talisker, neat.”
Damn , but somehow I knew it would be something along this line. Classy, lots of spice, fresh, smooth, and wild. She’s a living, breathing embodiment of my dream girl. Refined, perfect body, clean - stunning face, great taste in Scotch. Only I don’t chase these kind of dreams anymore…
“I gotta check this one out. What table?” Jake asks. There’s a collective snort from both my co-workers at the bar.
“Eight, boss,” Eileen sings.
“Fuck you, Jake,” I say, amused.
My attention is flung to a higher than the empire state group of trouble that’s making its way to where I sit. I stand up to “greet” them, walling their path to the bar.
“Gentleman, we are at full capacity,” I say in a voice that tells them it won’t be a smart move to argue with me.
“Hey Mr. Tough Guy, we won’t take long.” A guy that smells worse than a distillery stands in my face. I roll my eyes. There’s always one idiot to start the festivities. I take half a step back and cross my arms over my chest. “Like I said, I’m sorry, but we are at full capacity tonight.”
“Fuck you, pussy,” a relatively built guy that I wouldn’t peg as intoxicated as the rest says while pushing my chest as though bumping into a wall. Before he can even say, “I’m a fucktwad,” I have him in a tight grip, holding his hand backward. I bring my free hand to his throat, pressing just enough to have him gasp for air, but not enough to cause any damage. His friends eye me hesitantly.
“I release you, and you and your friends will turn around and quietly leave, or I’ll have to show you what happens if I press harder.” And to give him a prelude of the joy I can bring him, I press just a bit harder. He lets out choking stutters as I shove him forward. He wobbles for a few steps and quickly balances while gasping. He sends my way a look coated with poison. I nod at them.
“Have a lovely evening, gentlemen.”
“Hey Reeves, I think I’m going for her.” Jake’s comment brings me back to our earlier conversation. I plop back onto the stool. “Miss Talisker is damn hot .”
I tug the button and speak, “we all know you take pride in your masculinity, Jake. But you’re still a pussy. Don’t let me get back there and kick your ass.” I smile at Jake’s strained chuckle. My smile swiftly dissolves as I notice a very familiar angelic blonde heading my way. I press the earpiece again, “Jake, get someone to cover for me.”
Chapter 6
Nia
By the fourth time, Bill, Billy, blargh, or whatever his name is, the guy that’s been inching my way, almost pushes me off the chair, I jump up to stand. When he asks me if I’d like to dance, I first take a step back where we don’t have to exchange oxygen anymore and politely refuse the tempting offer. What can I say, I’m not the biggest fan of the intoxicated, conceited, and reproducing Horny Trinity.
“Refill anyone?” I ask.
“We can have the waitress bring us refills,”
I wait the sufficient amount of time one would take to get settled and order a drink before pressing the button on my earpiece, “Dude, straight dark hair, cream sweater, killer bod, with a group, what is she drinking?”
“Oh, wow . Wow!” Eileen exclaims. “Mr. I just replaced my bed, there wasn’t enough space left on the bedpost, shows genuine interest in someone? We are at what she drinks, Reeves? I’m jealous!”
My fellow bar colleagues are familiar with my theory of alcohol and women, the rarer the drink, the rarer the lady. They also know, full well, that it’s about once every blue moon that I actually care to know what someone drinks.
“Should we tell him?” Eileen teases.
“Oh, you want to hear this one, bro.” Dan says, and my lips lift a degree. “Ready…?”
“Shoot.”
“Talisker, neat.”
Damn , but somehow I knew it would be something along this line. Classy, lots of spice, fresh, smooth, and wild. She’s a living, breathing embodiment of my dream girl. Refined, perfect body, clean - stunning face, great taste in Scotch. Only I don’t chase these kind of dreams anymore…
“I gotta check this one out. What table?” Jake asks. There’s a collective snort from both my co-workers at the bar.
“Eight, boss,” Eileen sings.
“Fuck you, Jake,” I say, amused.
My attention is flung to a higher than the empire state group of trouble that’s making its way to where I sit. I stand up to “greet” them, walling their path to the bar.
“Gentleman, we are at full capacity,” I say in a voice that tells them it won’t be a smart move to argue with me.
“Hey Mr. Tough Guy, we won’t take long.” A guy that smells worse than a distillery stands in my face. I roll my eyes. There’s always one idiot to start the festivities. I take half a step back and cross my arms over my chest. “Like I said, I’m sorry, but we are at full capacity tonight.”
“Fuck you, pussy,” a relatively built guy that I wouldn’t peg as intoxicated as the rest says while pushing my chest as though bumping into a wall. Before he can even say, “I’m a fucktwad,” I have him in a tight grip, holding his hand backward. I bring my free hand to his throat, pressing just enough to have him gasp for air, but not enough to cause any damage. His friends eye me hesitantly.
“I release you, and you and your friends will turn around and quietly leave, or I’ll have to show you what happens if I press harder.” And to give him a prelude of the joy I can bring him, I press just a bit harder. He lets out choking stutters as I shove him forward. He wobbles for a few steps and quickly balances while gasping. He sends my way a look coated with poison. I nod at them.
“Have a lovely evening, gentlemen.”
“Hey Reeves, I think I’m going for her.” Jake’s comment brings me back to our earlier conversation. I plop back onto the stool. “Miss Talisker is damn hot .”
I tug the button and speak, “we all know you take pride in your masculinity, Jake. But you’re still a pussy. Don’t let me get back there and kick your ass.” I smile at Jake’s strained chuckle. My smile swiftly dissolves as I notice a very familiar angelic blonde heading my way. I press the earpiece again, “Jake, get someone to cover for me.”
Chapter 6
Nia
By the fourth time, Bill, Billy, blargh, or whatever his name is, the guy that’s been inching my way, almost pushes me off the chair, I jump up to stand. When he asks me if I’d like to dance, I first take a step back where we don’t have to exchange oxygen anymore and politely refuse the tempting offer. What can I say, I’m not the biggest fan of the intoxicated, conceited, and reproducing Horny Trinity.
“Refill anyone?” I ask.
“We can have the waitress bring us refills,”
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