look that would incinerate a lesser being. “And don’t ever call me sweetheart again.”
Lucky’s eyes lit up. “Ooh, you’re a little feisty. I like that. Can I buy you a drink?”
“I don’t think so.”
Lucky shrugged and reached for his beer. “Your loss.”
The next hour went by quick. As I worked, I chatted with Seven, Lucky, and Hastie. Lucky continued to make advancements towards Seven, but her mind was occupied with something else because none of the tricks that would have other women already naked and waiting worked on her. I could tell that it frustrated Lucky. His innuendos and come-ons were getting more direct as the night wore on, his tongue getting looser because of the booze. Still, Seven remained unfazed. By the time my shift ended, Lucky had fallen into a bad mood.
“All right, I’m heading out,” he finally said as he pushed off the bar and turned to face the crowd. Eager eyes from the dive bar sparkled with interest, hoping to be the lucky one that he brought home.
“Do all the women just flock towards you like that?” Seven asked with a look of disgust on her face.
Lucky grinned at her. “You act like you aren’t interested.”
“I’m not.”
With a shrug, Lucky disappeared into the crowd just as the electricity suddenly went out. For a moment, Neptune’s was engulfed in total darkness. Several startled noises came from the crowd. “Not again,” someone complained. A second later the generators click on. Sudden light poured down on us again. My eyes took a moment to adjust to the change in lighting. The backup lights weren’t as bright as the original ones, but at least we weren’t in total darkness anymore.
Hanna passed by with several big candles in her arms. “Another flare?”
“Yeah.” She sighed. “Who knows how long this one will last? Can you help me with these?”
I nodded and grabbed a couple of the large candles from her arms. Since there was no more music playing, the bar lost some of its appeal. It didn’t matter much since there wasn’t much time until closing anyway. As patrons gathered their things and left, Hanna and I began strategically placing the candles all around Neptune’s, lighting them with matches. It would give us some illumination for clean up later on.
The dark had never scared me. I kind of liked it actually. It was good at hiding things that you didn’t want others to see. And in the dim light of the dive bar, I felt like my secrets were safe.
One by one, Glory members dispersed into the night, heading to who knew where. But Hastie and Seven remained, waiting for me. After a while, Lucky returned to their side. What had happened? Could he not find a woman for the night?
Most people stayed away from Glory MC because they were seen as troublemakers. But in the short time I’d worked at Neptune’s, I learned that not all of them were mean bastards. As long as you didn’t confront them about Glory business or threaten them, most were actually quite friendly.
“Be back in a second,” I told them as I disappeared into the backroom to gather my things. This time, I didn’t bother wearing my jacket. With the sun down, I didn’t have to worry about radiation and sun sparks. Tucking it over my arm, I came back out and found Seven sitting on the bar top, her legs dangling off the edge.
Her short skirt rode up high on her thigh, no doubt showing off her toned, tanned legs. As she pulled it up higher, I realized what she was doing.
“Hurt like a motherfucker,” Seven said as I approached. There was still enough light that you could make out the black and white tattoo of a prowling tiger high on Seven’s thigh. One dark head, Hastie’s, and one light head, Lucky’s, hovered over her as they eyed the artwork.
“That’s a wicked tat,” Hastie commented.
“Thanks!”
Lucky just looked at it with mild interest.
“You got any tattoos?” Hastie asked as I approached.
“Nope. How many do you have?”
“Twenty-six.”
My
Lucky’s eyes lit up. “Ooh, you’re a little feisty. I like that. Can I buy you a drink?”
“I don’t think so.”
Lucky shrugged and reached for his beer. “Your loss.”
The next hour went by quick. As I worked, I chatted with Seven, Lucky, and Hastie. Lucky continued to make advancements towards Seven, but her mind was occupied with something else because none of the tricks that would have other women already naked and waiting worked on her. I could tell that it frustrated Lucky. His innuendos and come-ons were getting more direct as the night wore on, his tongue getting looser because of the booze. Still, Seven remained unfazed. By the time my shift ended, Lucky had fallen into a bad mood.
“All right, I’m heading out,” he finally said as he pushed off the bar and turned to face the crowd. Eager eyes from the dive bar sparkled with interest, hoping to be the lucky one that he brought home.
“Do all the women just flock towards you like that?” Seven asked with a look of disgust on her face.
Lucky grinned at her. “You act like you aren’t interested.”
“I’m not.”
With a shrug, Lucky disappeared into the crowd just as the electricity suddenly went out. For a moment, Neptune’s was engulfed in total darkness. Several startled noises came from the crowd. “Not again,” someone complained. A second later the generators click on. Sudden light poured down on us again. My eyes took a moment to adjust to the change in lighting. The backup lights weren’t as bright as the original ones, but at least we weren’t in total darkness anymore.
Hanna passed by with several big candles in her arms. “Another flare?”
“Yeah.” She sighed. “Who knows how long this one will last? Can you help me with these?”
I nodded and grabbed a couple of the large candles from her arms. Since there was no more music playing, the bar lost some of its appeal. It didn’t matter much since there wasn’t much time until closing anyway. As patrons gathered their things and left, Hanna and I began strategically placing the candles all around Neptune’s, lighting them with matches. It would give us some illumination for clean up later on.
The dark had never scared me. I kind of liked it actually. It was good at hiding things that you didn’t want others to see. And in the dim light of the dive bar, I felt like my secrets were safe.
One by one, Glory members dispersed into the night, heading to who knew where. But Hastie and Seven remained, waiting for me. After a while, Lucky returned to their side. What had happened? Could he not find a woman for the night?
Most people stayed away from Glory MC because they were seen as troublemakers. But in the short time I’d worked at Neptune’s, I learned that not all of them were mean bastards. As long as you didn’t confront them about Glory business or threaten them, most were actually quite friendly.
“Be back in a second,” I told them as I disappeared into the backroom to gather my things. This time, I didn’t bother wearing my jacket. With the sun down, I didn’t have to worry about radiation and sun sparks. Tucking it over my arm, I came back out and found Seven sitting on the bar top, her legs dangling off the edge.
Her short skirt rode up high on her thigh, no doubt showing off her toned, tanned legs. As she pulled it up higher, I realized what she was doing.
“Hurt like a motherfucker,” Seven said as I approached. There was still enough light that you could make out the black and white tattoo of a prowling tiger high on Seven’s thigh. One dark head, Hastie’s, and one light head, Lucky’s, hovered over her as they eyed the artwork.
“That’s a wicked tat,” Hastie commented.
“Thanks!”
Lucky just looked at it with mild interest.
“You got any tattoos?” Hastie asked as I approached.
“Nope. How many do you have?”
“Twenty-six.”
My
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