Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, just the drink and even then, I don't mention any of the alcohol in it, so its not a big deal.
A/N: This is a belated submission to Pezberry Week Day 1: Inappropriate Flirting ... not quite sure if the flirting in here is really that inappropriate, but this is what happened when I gave it a shot. It's kind of short, but hope you all enjoy.
Santana sat at the bar, watching Rachel work, going from person to person, serving them their drinks. She still couldn't believe the tiny, obnoxious diva she knew in high school is now this hot, badass tattooed bartender. When she first visited the bar, she hadn't recognized the brunette. It wasn't until she heard Rachel talk and noticed the small gold star tattoo on her wrist, that she realized just who she had spent the last hour drooling over. A month later and they still hadn't said much to each other.
"Here again Santana?" the bartender asked.
"Your drinks taste delicious," the Latina answered. "How could I possibly stay away from here?"
Rachel smirked. "Well then, what could I get for you tonight?"
"Surprise me."
"Well, one gold star for the woman who wishes she was a gold star, coming right up," Rachel said with a wink, before picking up several bottles and mixing them together. Santana was shocked at the other girl's statement, wondering just what the girl meant. "Here you go."
"What's in it?" Santana asked, sniffing the drink.
"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise," Rachel answered. "Drink up."
Santana took a small sip, moaning at the taste. "Wow." Rachel chuckled and leaned against the bar, giving the former cheerleader an amazing view down her wife beater, revealing she wasn't wearing a bra. "Where'd you learn this one?"
"I did some experimenting." Santana raised a brow. "I have a couple tricks under my non-existent sleeves."
"I'd like to taste some of those."
"Who said they were drinks?" Rachel asked.
"Who said I was talking about drinks?" Santana countered, actually causing the singer to lightly blush. "When do you get off?"
"When are you going to get me off?" Rachel asked with a smirk, glad for the opportunity to get back at her old high school friend. "But if you're asking me when I'm done working, I have another hour to go."
Santana smirked. "Well, then I should be getting you off in about two hours."
"I think it might be the other way around," Rachel whispered into Santana's ear before nipping at her lobe. "See you in an hour."