Music pulsed through the warehouse, shaking the rows of bottles carefully stacked on the racks behind me. The colorful strobes and small bulb above the bar where the only sources of light in the large building.
I watched the different outfits that paraded through the doors. Some girls were wearing things a prostitute would have thought indecent. Some guys had enough make-up on to put any transvestite to shame.
Within the dancing mass of bodies that took up the center of the building, sinful things were being performed. I shuttered of the thought.
Looking back to my own area, I served the colorful fruity drink I would have been shamed to make before I got this job. The thin girl couldn't have been older than thirteen, with a tall, older man in his late thirties kissing her neck. I glanced away from them as they left my bar, ashamed. But, this was my job, and the only way I made a living.
The night was long and the music gave me a headache. By the time my shift ended, I felt like my head would explode.
Grabbing my coat form the rack, I covered up my skin-tight black dress, not daring to wear it out of this building. My heals weren't tall, but I still wobbled unsteadily on them as I hooked my arm through the strap of my purse. Nodding once at Micky, my fellow bar tender, and Maybelline, who was already flirting with poor Micky, I headed for the door.
The chilly air was a welcome relief to the warm, cramped atmosphere of the club. I took a deep breath of the clear air, hurrying father from the still loud music.
Being my usual unobservant self, I didn't notice the bulky shadow that was leaning against my car till I was coming around the front. Stopping dead, I prayed that he wasn't a rapist or murdered. That would just add to my sucky night.
"Ms. Wolfe, I hope." The stranger said in a silky, masculine voice that would have normally made my legs weak if I wasn't already tired, cranky, and weak.
"What do you want if I was?" I kept my voice calm and even, opening my purse as if looking for my keys, but digging for my pepper spray.
"I wanted to first, give you the keys you dropped earlier, with the nameplate that read 'Rave Wolfe'." Amusement colored his tone as I looked at my keys hanging from his finger, my name plate dangling behind my car key. I felt my face heat with embarrassment, and was glad it was dark out.
"Oh, thank you." I mumbled, stepping closer to take them. He let them drop into my palm.
"Also, I noticed you were the bar tender." He leaned against my car door, crossing his arms. I could see intricate black shapes tattooed onto his forearm, and nicely toned upper body.
"I am."
"I was wondering if perhaps you wanted to come and work in my bar. It's smaller and classier, but I was watching you tonight. You seem to know your drinks." He smiled, his dark eyes capturing the moonlight. I wish I could have a better look at his face. I had a feeling he was absolutely gorgeous. He sure was in the moonlight.
"When do you want me to come?" I was praying right about now that he wasn't kidding me. I hoped for once in my life, I was getting a brake.
"How about tomorrow? Any time during the day. We're open both day and night." He handed me a card he pulled from the inside of his jacket. I couldn't see what it said, but I smiled at him appreciably.
"Thank you." He shrugged off my door, walking around me before stopping to turn half-way around.
"And I understand if you need to take a few nights off once a month. That's why you got fired for your last job, right?" It wasn't really a question. I could hear in his voice that he already knew it was. I stood stunned as he chuckled, disappearing behind the cars.
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