He tapped the counter to get the bar tender's attention. A beautiful brunette with huge breasts and a small, torn top turned around to face him. She saw the handsome devil and grinned widely at him, "one more, Tiger?" She was cleaning out the inside of a glass as she spoke. He nodded his head and the girl set the glass down in front of him on the counter. She turned around and stepped up on her tiptoes to reach a bottle filled with a green substance on the top shelf. She got a firm grip upon it and pulled it down. She spun back around and faced him. He had a sad expression on his face that she recognized and knew all too well. Her hands reached for the top of the bottle and popped it off. She put the bottle to the rim and filled the cup to the top. Her eyes remained focused as she poured it in. "Why so quiet, honey?" The glass hit its maximum capacity. She put the cap back on and smiled.

He wrapped his fingers around thee glass and stared intently at it. Silence. He didn't feel the need to answer her question so he wasn't going to. He looked up at her and saw her sympathetic eyes looking back at him. She smiled at him, hoping he would give her the answer she already knew. He put his lips to the rim of the cup and chugged down its contents. The glass was empty. He turned it upside down and placed the cup back on the counter.

She reached over and grabbed the cup with a grin. "You aren't going to answer me. All right. Look Hun; don't let a woman get the best of you. A catch like you should never be caught frowning. Who knows what wicked woman will waltz your way and take advantage of a vulnerable man such as yourself." They both laughed. He always had a thing for women who had a way with words. "Aw, see. Ya do smile. It suits you well. A man with a smile like that, it should be a crime to wear a frown. I wonder what you hide under those sunglasses. You know that you're in a dark lit room, right?" She grinned.

A gorgeous blonde sat down beside him. "Ambrosia." She smiled at the bar tender. Her voice was sexy, alluring, tempting. He turned to look at her. The bar tender shot the woman a smile and turned to grab a bottle of ambrosia. She knew that he had gone from predator to prey in two seconds flat. She had worked in a bar for many years and between the stunning women and mass amounts of alcohol, the men with impaired judgment were likely to find themselves played by the sirens and seductresses. He leaned his body into the bar and shot her a coy smile.

She laughed at his attempt. "So, you gonna continue to stare a whole through me, or you gonna join me in a drink?" She looked into his eyes, her beautiful eyes staring into him. She was calling him nearer, playing a game. He called the bartender and held up two fingers. She nodded with a smile.

He turned his focus back on to the woman sitting besides him. His eyes were fixated on her beauty. "You are…so stunning. You're a vision upon these eyes." His accent was think, sexy, tempting. He wasn't from around here.

"Does that really work? Wearing sunglasses in a dark room? The lines? So who she?" The woman spoke softly. The bar tender came over and placed two cups of ambrosia down on the counter in front of them and walked away. The woman grabbed her glass and wrapped her soft lips upon the rim, gulping down the sweet, bitter drink inside.

He reached for his own cup, his eyes still on her. "Am I that easy to read?" He sipped down his drink.

"No. It's not you. Not at all. Most broken hearted men wear the same face." She smiled at him as she ran her fingers along the rim of her cup.

"So, are you saying that I'm just like all the rest?"

"I didn't say that. But darling, you play broken hearted oh so well." She laughed.

"Who said I was playing?"

"So then you are truly hurt? Scorned by a woman? Or did you break her heart?"

"I suppose I've met my match on this one."

"But you haven't lost, now have you?"

He drank down the contents of his cup and spun his chair around to face her. He extended out his hand, "I'm Romo Lampkin. You are?" He inquired.

She drank down the remains of her drink and grinned. "I'm not telling you that." She shook her head and smiled.

"Ouch." He spun back around. "You know, it's polite to tell someone your name once they've offered up their own."

"What ever gave you the impression that I was polite?"

"A beautiful woman like you, I should have known she could only be a she-devil." He laughed and strummed his fingers along the counter. "So sweetheart, why won't you tell me your name? I swear I won't stalk you or watch you in your sleep. I'd have to get your address first." He smiled.

"Well, there's a very beautiful woman serving your alcohol with a very tiny t-shirt on. You don't even say a word to her and she's almost throwing herself on you. I sit down besides you and you act as if I'm the only woman in the room. My guess, I look just like the woman you let go." She turned and locked eyes with him.

"You assume it was I who let her go? She didn't just leave?"

"If she had been the one to do the leaving, you wouldn't be here. You want sympathy because you know you messed up by letting her walk. If she had left you, you'd probably be locked up in your house drowning yourself in Twinkies, cursing all women. Instead, you're trying to hit on one."

He took off his sunglasses to reveal his devilish eyes. "I'm more of a bon-bon man." He laughed.

"I was worried you were going to say Ho-Ho." She chuckled.

"Well, a woman such as yourself is strong willed, tough, independent. Quite frankly, a bitch, but never is she a hoe. She has too much pride to do the dirty." He laughed.

"Ouch. Well thank you very much for that insulting compliment, Mr. Lampkin. You certainly have a way with words if you can turn something where it can be viewed as good, and bad."

"I'm a lawyer. It's what I do."

"Ah, I get it now. I suppose everything you've told me, except your name, is a lie?"

"You're a very cynical woman, darling."

"No, I just know your type."

"So, you've got me all figured out, have you?"

"I've figured out as much of you as you have of me."

"We would make quite an obnoxious pair. We'd be the two always bickering. But I tell you, the nights would be quite…hot."

"If I were forced to spend my whole life with you, I think I'd be drinking my nights away."

"You have such a sharp tongue and piercing eyes."

"And from the moment you took off your sunglasses, you've been spouting out lies."

"How poetic."

"It's the truth."

"I find you quite unbearable yet I can't seem to leave."

"Well, most people can't stand people who are just like them."

"So you can't stand me? Well, I must say that I'm quite hurt."

"You're lying."

"Guilty. So sue me. I'm sure I'd win. I'd make a helluva defense comeback."

"I have this feeling."

"You love me? Oh honey, I already knew that."

"Hardly. No, I feel that you're stringing me along. You aren't as you seem and that I will somehow be made to play the fool." She smiled.

"Gotta love an optimistic woman. You act as if you're going to your own execution. Such tragic beauty mars you face. You've laughed but your smiles are fake. You're a damaged woman."

"I really can't stand you."

"Because I'm right?"

"You can't stand me either."

"Because you were right."