Dasi watched Jack walk away from her. It was the second time he hadn't made a move to her bed.

She followed close behind, picking her dirty skirts up from the ground, no use getting them any dirtier. The red at the bottom was looking black now. The tight corset kept her breathing restricted, and making it hard for her to walk fast. Her dark hair was pulled back out of her face, in a light bun.

"Jack, wait, I have to talk to you." Dasi cried out before he got to far ahead.

He stopped, then slowly turned around, a small tick starting in his right eye. "What do you want?" He asked, obviously annoyed.

"Why ain't ya comin' to me bed?" Dasi asked, resting her hands on her hips.

Jack shook his head, with a small smile on his face; he walked over to her. "Did it e'er occur to ye, tha' I may ha'e o'her warm beds ta turn to?"

She swallowed. Just a bit annoyed that he had the gull to say that to her face. She smiled, trying not to allow any emotion to show. "Of course. I'm sorry." She said, then turned around to head to her bar, The Zest of Tortuga. She knew the name was a bit cheesy, but it was a job.

Just before she opened the door, and walked in. She dared to glance back at Jack; he was smiling mockingly at her.

Dasi walked in that bar, and made a decision to forget she ever laid eyes on him. So, she walked to the bar and ordered a shot of Tequila.

As she slammed that into her mouth, she could already feeling herself forgetting him.

3 weeks later

Dasi sat at the table, for her daily round of shots. She still hadn't forgotten what Jack had done to her. She wasn't too sure she ever would.

Then he walked in. With her.

Her chin dropped. The women was… Was…. Well, wasn't Jack's type.

Then a thought came to her. Get up and sing.

She smiled, then went to the stage and gave the band a quick talk to, then the music started up.

You could've heard a pin drop

When they walked through the door

Had to turn my eyes away

My heart fell to the floor

Someone whispered, 'where's her halo? '

Cause she had an angel's face

He stood there smiling, holding on

To the one who took my place.

So, tonight, the heartache's on me.

Let's drink a toast to the fool who couldn't see

Bartender pour the wine, 'cause the hurtin's all mine

Tonight the heartache's on me.

I wonder if he told her

She's the best he's ever known

The way he told me ev'ry night

When we were all alone

She'll find out when the new wears off

He'll find somebody new

She'll learn what heartache's all about

And what I'm going through.

But tonight, the heartache's on me.

Let's drink a toast to the fool who couldn't see

Bartender pour the wine, 'cause the hurtin's all mine

Tonight the heartache's on me.

But tonight, the heartache's on me.

Let's drink a toast to the fool who couldn't see

Bartender pour the wine, 'cause the hurtin's all mine

Tonight the heartache's on me.

Yes tonight, the heartache's on me

She was wearing a blue dress, with a low cut, and black lace on the top of the bust, and along the hem. Her dark eyes never left Jack, who was sitting at the bar, his arm draped over his trophy girl. But his eyes never left Dasi.

He knew what she was singing about. She was completely wasted, but she didn't care. She was sharing her feelings for him, out in crystal clear.

She wasn't over him.

Once the song was done, she got down from the stage and walked over to Jack and the bimbo.

"Have fun." She said with a satisfying smile, then left, humming her tune.