Dean methodically wiped the bar in large circular motions. Counting the minutes quietly in his head with each rotation. Forty-five minutes to go. Wipe. Forty-four minutes to go. He sighed heavily stretching his back in neck wishing his boss would give the bartenders a damn chair especially if he wanted them to work ten-hour shifts, but hey. Who the hell needed to sit? Clearly not him. He shook his head trying to keep from getting upset just before work was over, he at least wanted to go home in a decent mood even if he was going home alone. Thirty minutes to go.
The door swung open four patrons walking in with a fit of laughter. Great, looks like it maybe more than thirty minutes. Shit. Dean hated it when people just waltzed in right before closing. They usually wanted to stay far beyond and it was annoying. Didn't help that it was just dudes either. Damn he can't even get a good looking girl to distract him from the rest of the night. Sigh.
"How are you fellas doing tonight?" Three of the four that had entered grunted in response before sitting on the stools in front of the bar. The fourth smiled warmly, white teeth flashing briefly.
"We're doing fine thank you. Just a quick beer if you don't mind. I know you close soon so we'll be out of your hair before you know it." Shit, Dean had never heard a voice so deep in his life. Paired with the dark black hair hanging gently over his eyes and boy those eyes. Such a blue should be illegal. Wait. Why is that dude looking confused? Shit, stop staring and get them a damn beer! Right. Dean rummaged behind him for a second grabbing four beers and handing them out to the gentlemen. He tried to avoid looking at the fourth so much but with that voice ringing in his ears, he was having trouble. Although Dean liked his women he wasn't ever one to turn down anything. No matter the gender. Upon them first walking in he hadn't seen this fourth man immediately and boy did he miss out that first second. He was lithe but muscular at the same time he wasn't really showing it off just lounging in dark jeans and a white button down, a long tan trench coat slung lifelessly over the chair behind him. He had a loose dark blue tie slung low around his neck his eyes were on a different level though. So bright. Shit, you're staring again Dean. Dean shook his head spinning around to get a better grip on his mind. He couldn't really talk to the dude not when there were just the four of them. Maybe he could just keep looking from afar. Fifteen minutes left. Dean sighed heavily announcing to the gentlemen that their short time was almost up. The fourth one smiled again as they rose and shuffled their way out of the bar. Dean sighed once more watching as the handsome fourth man waltzed out of the bar taking his impossibly blue eyes with him. Now to just clean and close up. Locking the door behind him he went to grab the glasses from the table and pick up a tip. Whoa, twenty bucks. At least they aren't dicks. Huh. Under the tip, there was a small business card without a name or number. Just a neat scrawl etched across the bright blue paper. 'Instead of staring ask for a name.-Blue' Well looks like Dean was caught.