"I miss you baby. But I have to get to bed. Classes in the morning and what not." I told my boyfriend who was falling asleep on the webcam with me. He'd just gotten off about an hour or so before and decided to stay up to talk to me so I couldn't complain.
"Night you. Kocham cie, moj ciemny bajki." he always ended our conversations with some new term of endearment in Polish, knowing that I could translate it almost as easily as I could speak it. I shook ,my head at the name, smiling gently as he got himself ready for bed. It was a treat to watch him undress, even if it dropped my IQ a few points every time. He came back over and blew me a kiss.
"Kocham cie, moj aniol." I blew him a kiss back and turned off the cam, cuddling the pillow that smelled like him from his visit earlier in the month.
Okay, so maybe I should start at the beginning. My name is Aidia Lynne and I am a 21 year old genetic engineering student. Blue eyed and reddish blonde haired, I am aware that I can be stunning to look at since I'm also very pale and well, well endowed. I am also a bartender. But back to the story, this is supposed to be about how I met my dream man and well, my job played a role in it. You see I was his bartender…
It was the end of the summer and the beginning of the school year was fast approaching and where was I instead of the beach? I was at work. It was a Monday which was normally quiet. The WWE was in town a night before their house show so I was preparing to deal with the gamut of patrons for the night: ringrats, thrill seekers, our regulars and of course at least a handful of Superstars and Divas. I was fully prepared to deal with a bunch of jerks when he sat in my section.
"Hey Har, look at who sat in your section." my best friend of 19 years Eben called, using my childhood nickname. I followed his gaze and went to wait on my lone patron. After all he's only human.
"Hi there. What can I get for you tonight?" I asked, waiting for a reply with a smile. He studied me for a minute before ordering.
"Can I have a straight shot of Jack please?" he drawled, accent thick enough to walk on. I got his shot and waved his money away.
"Here you go Champ. I got the first shot for you. Anything else hunny?" I asked, demonstrating my knowledge of who he was. He asked for another shot and I poured it, sliding it across the bar to him. He watched me as he took the shot, curiously. The intensity of his eyes made me shiver involuntarily.
"Thanks sugar, What's your name since you know who I am obviously." he asked, playing with his glass nervously.
"I'm Aidia. Nice to meet you." I replied smiling warmly at him. I was dressed in a gold shimmery top that tied behind my back under my faerie tattoo and my neck with black shorts with black fishnets underneath. On my feet were clear heels that had diamond accents on them. My reddish blonde hair was held back from my face with a black and gold butterfly clip and allowed to brush the tops of my shoulders. My make up was dramatic around my eyes yet still understated, bringing out the stunning green color. He smiled back at me an put down the shot glass.
"So Aidia, how long will you be my bartender?" he asked, a playful note in his voice and mischievous gleam in his eye.
"All night unless you want me to find you another one." I teased, feeling especially brave. I was used to men flirting with me, whether it was to get free drinks or a quick piece and I was normally more on guard but Jeff didn't feel like a threat to me, so I flirted back.
"No I like having you as my bartender! You seem nice and certainly look better than my other options. So what do you do when you're not here?" he asked, innocently enough, but his body language said something else as he leaned himself onto the bar. He seemed comfortable with me, so I allowed myself to sit and study him for a few moments before answering. He was dark, almost as if he had some form of Native American in him and well muscled in the correct places and eyes the color of the Caribbean Sea. He watched me study him with a curious intensity. I leaned on the bar next to him before answering him.
"I go to school when it's in, coach youth football when I'm home with my dad and I read. A lot. So what do you do with what precious time you get off?" I asked, leaning in closer to him, close enough that a turn of the head and we could kiss. He noticed this and took partial advantage, placing his lips at my ear.
"I write, draw and rode motorbikes. I play guitar and sing too. You do anything else? Anything like that?" he asked, the bass of his Southern drawl making me inadvertently close my eyes and shiver. He gave a low chuckle, obviously liking the effect he had on me. I felt like it was a challenge so I turned my face so that my lips were mere millimeters from his he looked surprised as I spoke.
"You'll just have to see since the dance floor is that way and honey, I don't sing for just anyone." I told him going on break to get food and talk to my DJ.
She was driving me crazy! I'd just had a bad break up with the woman I thought I'd marry who I had been with for years the week before and had been intent on drowning my sorrows, but then pale and gorgeous became my bartender. She was everything Beth wasn't: warm, funny, caring.
I never should have started messing with her. Sure the alcohol could be blamed partially but the rest was me. Pure Jeffrey Nero Hardy. Always live for the moment, that's me. I didn't go in there intending to find love. I was looking for a quick fix and a good lay. I did learn one thing though: never play games with a girl who can play better than you. Cause you'll lose and then she owns your ass for life.