08/11/2017

Hey Guys! I have good news for you. I've decided to continue the story. I wasn't happy with the path it had taken so I've decided to change some things that were making me unhappy. I'm posting chapters 1 to 5 today and there were changes made. Some of them bigger than others and I truly hope you like it. I'm deleting the rest of the chapters and promise to update more frequently until the story is finished.

Thank you so much to all of you who kept sending me messages even I disappeared for a littlt bit. Thank you for all your support.

Kisses,

Iana

Chapter 1 - Prairie Fire

A/N:

Prairie Fire

Type

Cocktail

Primary alcohol by volume

Tequila

Served

Straight up; without ice

Commonly used ingredients

1 oz tequila

1 dash Tabasco Sauce

Preparation

Fill a shot glass with tequila and drop a dash of tabasco sauce in and around the edge.

The club was packed to it's fullest and you knew that by the time your shift was over, you wouldn't be able to feel your feet. But you couldn't deny that you loved the rush.

You are fast, your memory is incredible, and that's why you got the job in the first place. Red was none too happy to discover you were literally a day over 16 but she also couldn't overlook the fact that you could mix a drink in under 2 minutes and that when the club was packed, you pulled your weight and kept customers happy.

So, you gave her your papers, explained you were emancipated at 15 and made an arrangement about your hours in conjunction with being promptly prohibited from drinking. That has been your life for a year now.

Sometimes, it's difficult and you feel lonely, but this life is better than the one you had before. So, when you go to work that day, you're grateful. Nicky and Poussey are sharing the bar with you and you share quick words with them or help with a drink.

With your make-up on and dressed like you are, nobody pegs you for a 17 year-old girl. Your eyes are smudged and sexy; your normally blonde hair was pink-highlighted yesterday and pulled back into a high ponytail so it wouldn't get in the way. Everything about you spoke of years beyond your own; of difficulties and hurt, most adults had never experienced. So yeah, you definitely looked older than 17.

Maroon 5's "Animals" starts playing and you smile, mouthing the words. It's one of your favorites. You turn to the left corner of the bar, towards the first hand you see, waving in front of your face.

"Hey, what's your poison?"

The owner of the hand is beautiful. Greenest eyes you've ever seen, framed by a pair of secretary glasses. Her hair is jet black with blue tips, slightly curled at the tips and her lips are tinted a beautiful shade of red. She has two other women with her, sited on the corner of the bar, which meant she was friends with either Red or Nicky or Poussey.

"Baby, I'm preying on you tonight

Hunt you down, eat you alive

Just like animals, animals, like animals-mals…"

"Tequila. 6 shots."

"What's your number?" You ask, lining up the glasses in front of her. Two months after you started working for Red, she had installed a new paying system that had made everyone weep with relief. Instead of serving drinks and having to collect the money, give change and get tips, now every customer had a number "tattooed" on their forearm before they got into the club and just had to give that to the bartender when ordering drinks. You matched the number with the picture on the computer and voilà. Easy-peasy.

"39201." You punch the number and her picture and name appear on the computer screen underneath the glass on the counter. Alex Vause. Even her name is sexy…

"Gold or Silver?"

"Gold." She checks the monitor as you punch the order with one hand and grab the bottle with the other, dribbling the gold liquid in the aligned glasses on a steady stream.

"Anything else?"

She reaches for your hand and you jolt. You hate being touched but somehow it seems different, because her fingers are electrified on your skin, bringing forth feelings you thought were long gone.

"Your phone number."

Her green eyes are challenging, one perfect eyebrow going up. You surprise yourself by reaching in your back pocket with your free hand and grabbing your sharpie. She hands you a napkin but you clasp the hand that's still around your arm, turn it over and write down your number on her wrist. Boldly, you rub your thumb over her forearm, where bluish veins run under her porcelain white skin, enjoying the way your body thrums like the strings of a well-tuned guitar and how her eyes darken and she looks at you as if she wants to eat you alive.

It's been awhile since you felt so naturally attracted to someone. You smile at her then turn towards the next customer. Night is busy and you start mixing drinks by the double, grabbing two orders at a time so you can compensate.

You see Alex's hand raise again and after handing the guy in front of you a tall glass of Smith Wesson and an Americano on a shorter one, you punch the order, wait for the nod of confirmation and turn towards the corner again.

"Hey! Tequila refill?"

Alex licks her lips – the red was now fading, probably because of the shots but her lips still look incredibly soft and kissable. The music is very loud so she bends over the counter for you to understand, flattening her breasts against the surface. It's your turn to lick your lips and when you look up again, she is smirking at you, eyes blazing.

She crooks a finger in the universal "come here" sign and you let your head fall close to hers. Her lips brush you earlobe, slightly, her breath playing with the fine hairs on your temple as she almost moans in your ear.

"Surprise me…"

Your knees actually wobble but you lock them in place, refusing to give this woman the satisfaction of knowing how much she is affecting you. You raise a hand instead; cup the back of her head to keep her in place, moving your mouth towards her ear. Smiling, you let the rush of air out of your lips sound throaty and breathless, as you form the words.

"Can I make it hot for you?"

She turns her face in your neck and you smile wildly, pulling away before she can lock arms around you. Her eyes are dilated and aroused and in turn it arouses you. You lick your lips again, tasting her so badly you actually want to throw yourself across the counter and kiss her until you can't stand it anymore.

You feel her eyes on you as you pour the Gold tequila on a shot glass and half a teaspoon of Tabasco Sauce. The red liquid dribbles down, swirling on the Gold. It looks beautiful. You get a wedge of lime and place it next to the shot glass in front of her.

Alex grabs the shiny glass, tiles it back and slams it again on the counter. Breath explodes out of her with a curse – MOTHERFUCKER – and even though you can't hear because of the music, you smile and wink at her, mouthing "Surprise".