As I start mixing the first one, I get the feeling of being watched. I scan the crowd and see that Lynkin is still keeping an eye on me, but that is not where the feeling is coming from. I finish mixing up the last of them and set them in front of the woman who ordered them.
“Took you long enough,” she bitches.
Well damn, I thought I had done pretty well.
After she walks away I’m off to serve another customer. This goes on for almost an hour and the whole time I keep the feeling of being watched, but I chalk it up to nothing. I am exhausted and my feet hurt, but I don’t mind having to help Jen if it gets me out of that damn room. Just as I start to get in a groove, the crowd starts thinning out. I am wiping down the counter when someone sits down on the other side of the bar.
“Scotch,” he says.
I don’t even look up at him until I set his drink in front of him. Have you ever seen one of those men that are completely gorgeous, but give you the creeps at the same time? Yep, that’d be this man. He has dark hair that falls to his chin, and piercing blue eyes.
“Thank you. You know, I have been looking at you all night. Do I know you?” he asks.
So he’s the person that’s been watching me. “No, I don’t think so,” I tell him and go back to the task at hand.
“I swear I have seen you somewhere before. But, maybe you just have one of those faces.”
“Must have.” I toss the towel onto the shelves behind the bar and start putting some clean glasses out.
Jen steps up next to me and helps me put the last ones out. “I think you earned a drink.”
“I think I earned more than one!” I say jokingly, but I am completely serious.
She rounds up a bunch of shot glasses and a variety of liquor. “What’s your poison?”
“I don’t have a preference. Alcohol is alcohol right?” I reply as I follow her to an empty table in the middle of the room.
She sets the bottles and shot glasses down. “I’ll be right back.” When she comes back, she sets down a tray with lime wedges and salt. “Can’t have shots without these!”
I watch her as she pours us two shots of tequila each, then grabs a lime wedge and rubs it over the spot between her index finger and thumb. As she sprinkles salt onto the lime juice on her hand I grab a lime and do as she just did. We pick up a shot and clang them together. Lick, drink, and suck.
We repeat the process until I start to feel the warmth of the liquor spreading through my body. Jennifer is playing with her phone intently until the song changes over the speakers.
“Hell yeah! Come on, lets go dance!” she says excitedly.
“Na h. I have been on my feet long enough today.”
“Yeah, but you don’t know when he might let you out again.”
Reality check. “You’re right!” I get up and start dancing with Jen. We jump around and sway our hips to the music. The liquor has taken over, and I could care less about all the issues that have been bothering me for the past month. I just let the music lead me to peace as I move.
I don’t know how long we stay out there dancing. I’m not even sure if Jen is even dancing with me anymore. My eyes are closed and my mind is blank until someone grabs my hips and pulls me back into them. My eyes snap open and my head whips around. It’s the guy from earlier that swears he knows me, and he is grinding his very obvious hard-on into my ass.
Turning around, I push him away. “Sorry, I was dancing with my friend.” I scan the small crowd dancing and find her with some guy.
“Looks like she has found someone else to dance with. I’ll keep you company,” he says and grabs my hips to pull me back to him.
He is dancing so close to me that it takes all I have to wiggle my hands in between us. Apparently, he thinks I am trying to feel him up because his hands start traveling from my hip down to my ass and
“Took you long enough,” she bitches.
Well damn, I thought I had done pretty well.
After she walks away I’m off to serve another customer. This goes on for almost an hour and the whole time I keep the feeling of being watched, but I chalk it up to nothing. I am exhausted and my feet hurt, but I don’t mind having to help Jen if it gets me out of that damn room. Just as I start to get in a groove, the crowd starts thinning out. I am wiping down the counter when someone sits down on the other side of the bar.
“Scotch,” he says.
I don’t even look up at him until I set his drink in front of him. Have you ever seen one of those men that are completely gorgeous, but give you the creeps at the same time? Yep, that’d be this man. He has dark hair that falls to his chin, and piercing blue eyes.
“Thank you. You know, I have been looking at you all night. Do I know you?” he asks.
So he’s the person that’s been watching me. “No, I don’t think so,” I tell him and go back to the task at hand.
“I swear I have seen you somewhere before. But, maybe you just have one of those faces.”
“Must have.” I toss the towel onto the shelves behind the bar and start putting some clean glasses out.
Jen steps up next to me and helps me put the last ones out. “I think you earned a drink.”
“I think I earned more than one!” I say jokingly, but I am completely serious.
She rounds up a bunch of shot glasses and a variety of liquor. “What’s your poison?”
“I don’t have a preference. Alcohol is alcohol right?” I reply as I follow her to an empty table in the middle of the room.
She sets the bottles and shot glasses down. “I’ll be right back.” When she comes back, she sets down a tray with lime wedges and salt. “Can’t have shots without these!”
I watch her as she pours us two shots of tequila each, then grabs a lime wedge and rubs it over the spot between her index finger and thumb. As she sprinkles salt onto the lime juice on her hand I grab a lime and do as she just did. We pick up a shot and clang them together. Lick, drink, and suck.
We repeat the process until I start to feel the warmth of the liquor spreading through my body. Jennifer is playing with her phone intently until the song changes over the speakers.
“Hell yeah! Come on, lets go dance!” she says excitedly.
“Na h. I have been on my feet long enough today.”
“Yeah, but you don’t know when he might let you out again.”
Reality check. “You’re right!” I get up and start dancing with Jen. We jump around and sway our hips to the music. The liquor has taken over, and I could care less about all the issues that have been bothering me for the past month. I just let the music lead me to peace as I move.
I don’t know how long we stay out there dancing. I’m not even sure if Jen is even dancing with me anymore. My eyes are closed and my mind is blank until someone grabs my hips and pulls me back into them. My eyes snap open and my head whips around. It’s the guy from earlier that swears he knows me, and he is grinding his very obvious hard-on into my ass.
Turning around, I push him away. “Sorry, I was dancing with my friend.” I scan the small crowd dancing and find her with some guy.
“Looks like she has found someone else to dance with. I’ll keep you company,” he says and grabs my hips to pull me back to him.
He is dancing so close to me that it takes all I have to wiggle my hands in between us. Apparently, he thinks I am trying to feel him up because his hands start traveling from my hip down to my ass and
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