Baby, You're a Firework

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Song; Firework by Katy Perry


One; Spark

I never thought of myself as the romantic type of man; I have never seen myself anywhere near Prince Charming-like. Although something about her changed all of that, I am not quite sure how she did, but it is true.

Love was not what I was looking for when I found her… or maybe she found me; either way my objective was nothing more than a night out with my mates. I enjoyed hitting up the regular bars with some of the others that I worked in my times at the developmental territories.

I am more than glad that on that night Heath was looking into trying something new; it was then that she caught my attention...

My mates and I had walked into this bar, the décor was nothing more than cheap and tacky, but the place had a good reputation, according to my, now Nexus, partner. Conversations flooded all around the place and a jukebox played from the corner. Behind the counter stood this tiny, young women; her brown hair was up in a tight, curly ponytail and the make-up that adorned appearence reminded me of a 1950's pin-up model.

Her classy, pale features completely lit up the room and as I approached the counter slowly, I watched her turn around and tend to someone's need. I took an empty spot and waited for her attention; I wasn't used to being served by a stranger, let alone a women.

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag,
drifting through the wind, wanting to start again?
Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin
like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?

"Good evening there, sir, what can I interest you in for tonight?" She had intense brown eyes under all of the mascara and liquid liner that covered them.

She had this tone to her voice, it was calm, subtle and welcoming but she sounded tired, although her looks wouldn't dare show what she felt on the inside, through her porcelain features.

"Peach schnapps," the thickness in my accent presented itself. I laid my hand down on the counter, my eyes scanned through the people that occupied the tables around me; the place was tacky, that was for sure, but it was definitely crowded.

This unknown bartender turned to resume her job, coming face-to-face with me only moments later. "One peach schnapps," she announces, places the mug on the counter in front of me,"

"Thanks," I replied, my eyes peering down to my drink, chances are it wasn't going to taste the way I expect it to.

A gleam lit up her expression, as she pulled over a stool of leaned her elbow on the counter, propping her chin to her palm. Her nails were painted with a dark shade of maroon. "You're not from around here, are you?" she asked, seeming entranced by my accent.

"No, not at all," I replied, my eyes had trailed from my drink, up to her face. "I'm from Preston, England," after that being said, I took a swig from the mug she had laid in front of me before. It was exactly what I wanted, right down to the taste; impressive.

"Oh wow, England," her eyes grew larger with fascination. "It must be so beautiful out of the country," she remarks, her left hand laid against her right arm. "I don't see why you would leave a place so lovely for a state like this,"

Before I could say anything else, she was pulled away to service some other gentleman. I was left by myself with my drink, allowing my eyes to scan the crowds, to where my mates were… then to where she was.

She moved with such grace across the crowds, and knew each person and their drinks she served by name. "Don, Malted whiskey for you, and Jenna, one scotch just the way you like it…" I heard her say.

From the look of how she worked, she knew her job well, but something about the way she did things seemed to say otherwise. Friendliness rang through her voice as she went from table to table and served those around her but she just seemed less than satisfied with herself.

"Hey Bennett," I turned my head to see Paul Lloyd, or at the time he was known as Justin Angel, approaching me. "The guys want to get out of here, go back to the usual place,"

I nodded and finished off my mug of schnapps. Just as I stood and grabbed my wallet from my back pocket, the bartender came back around. "Leaving so soon?" she asks, disappointment scrambled her delicate looks.

The money lay on the counter under the beer mug. "Well, I hope you come back again soon!" she calls as I head to the door.

My mates waited for me outside before we began to head back to David Otunga's car although we were stopped momentarily… by the bartender.

"Excuse me, sir!" she called, the click of her stilettos echoed on the pavement as she caught up with me. She was a tiny thing; slim and slender. It was so obvious how small she was, even in thin heels, up against a man like me.

"This is way too much for one drink," she said in-between breaths.

"Keep it." I insisted

"That's really generous but –" she had her hand out to give it back, I pushed it softly away.

"Take it,"

She smiled lightly up toward me. "Come back sometime…" she trailed off. "I'm sorry; I don't recall your name?"

"Stu," I come back with. "Stu Bennett."

"Kat Wolfe."

I arched an eyebrow; what a strange name or a strange name arrangement, to say the least. Kat took one last glimpse of my face and smiled, then turned slowly, the clack of her black knee-highs followed her back into bar. Her perfume still lingered around me, engulfing my senses.


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