2 Long Islands and 1 Green Dragon
3 Scooby Snacks
1 Sex with the Bartender, Against the Wall…yeah, right.
Trish knocked out drinks left and right as she served her eagerly awaiting customers. The busier she was, the more money she made. The more money she made, the happier Randy was and persistent he was to get into Trish's pants. Maybe I should start fucking up on purpose.
Yet her surprising busy streak had another motive to it. She hasn't seen Dave all night and it was close to midnight. She occasionally looked up to see if she could spot him but he was nowhere to be found. I should've known better.
"Hey…" Mickie greeted as she picked up drinks. "You're on fire tonight."
"What are you talking about?" Trish smirked. "I'm always on fire."
Mickie laughed as she left money on the counter. "Right, right. Oh, by the way…cute guy at four o'clock has been checking you out all night."
Trish rolled her eyes before she bothered to look over. "Yeah, what dumbass is it…"
And then she saw him. Standing against the brick wall of the bar, he was casually dressed in a simple forest green T-shirt, jeans and shades. He humored two overly excited women by smiling and participating in their conversation. While the women thought Dave was coming onto them by sniffing their perfumes, he was really checking out their veins.
When he finally connected with Trish's eyes, he smiled. Trish was so caught up with Dave that she dropped a beer bottle on the floor. "Shit!" She muttered. She hurriedly cleaned up the mess so she can get back to flirting with Dave. When she did look back up, Dave was gone. Great.
"Looking for someone?" He asked.
Trish was once again startled and dropped the beer bottle again. Dave smiled as he looked at Trish cleaning up her mess. "You might want to do something about those butterfingers." He smiled.
Trish stood up again and adjusted her shirt. "Thanks." She smiled. "Did you want something to drink?"
"What do you recommend?"
"Sex with the Bartender." She said suggestively. "It's amazing."
"Really?" Dave leaned closer to the bar. "And how's the drink?"
From a not-so nearby distance, Randy watched the sensual interactions between Trish and Dave. During the year Trish worked for him, he has never seen her remotely show interest in a guy. Now she was flirting and giggling like if she was being tickled. Bullshit!
"Hey Stratus," Randy approached the bar. "Do you need any help?"
"I got it, Orton."
Randy rolled up his sleeves. "Doesn't seem like you got it." He then turned to Dave. "What's up, man?"
"Nothing. I'm just waiting for my drink from the beautiful woman there." He nodded to Trish.
Trish once again giggled. When Randy turned to her, she abruptly stopped and handed Dave a beer. "Here you go."
"Yeah, we have a two-beer minimum here." Randy interjected.
Trish turned to him. You would fuck up my game, wouldn't you? "Since when?"
"Now. Company policy." Randy said, his eyes not leaving Dave.
"Company policy?" Trish repeated.
"Yes. In effect, starting now."
Mickie approached the bar. "Hey Mickie, did you know about a new two-beer minimum we have here?" Trish asked her.
"Two-beer minimum? From a guy who damn near got his liquor license taken away from last year because he contributed to someone having a DUI?"
"Mickie." Randy warned.
"Apparently it's "company policy."" Trish said.
Mickie shot Randy a disgusted look. "Motherfucker, this ain't no goddamn company."
"Go serve or you'll be fired." Randy said sternly.
Mickie grabbed her drinks and hurriedly left. "This ain't no goddamn company." She muttered.
Randy's eyes turned back to Dave, who was unmoved. "Trish, can I have three beers?" He said, continuing his glare at the younger man.
"Sure thing, Dave." She said. "Any preference?"
"Doesn't matter." He replied. Refocusing his attention back to Randy, Dave smiled. "Are we done here? I think I met your new…policy."
Randy felt his nostrils flare up as he continued to eye Dave. "Make sure you pay….in cash. Now."
Dave slipped out three ten-dollar bills. He briefly thought about integrating his telepathy powers but he decided to use them at a later date. He's asking me to kill him. "I think that should cover the beers and tip."
Randy was about to grab the change until Trish set Dave's beers on the money. "I think you can go back to what you were doing, Orton."
Randy stood back from the bar and took a deep breath. "I'll talk to you later, Stratus." He then walked off.
Trish shook her head in embarrassment. "I'm so sorry for that."
"Don't apologize on his behalf." Dave replied. "It's not his fault he's a dick."
Trish smiled. "Well, thank you for being understanding."
"You're welcome." Dave then grabbed his beers. "I should be going now."
"Where are you going?"
"I'm about to entertain my guests." Dave nodded to the women in the corner. A couple beers, a rendezvous at their place, and they'll be on their way to Heaven.
"Oh." Trish replied, not wanting her disappointment to come out so loudly. "I see."
Dave turned back to her. "But we're not finished here. They're just my guests."
Trish opened another beer bottle and held it. She had an innate feeling that Dave was trying to play her. She was going to humor him for the night and let him think she was interested. "And what am I?"
Dave briefly set down his beers and kissed Trish's free hand. "You're my interest." He said softly.
Feeling Dave's soft and warm lips rocked Trish's core. She lost all thought and dropped another beer bottle. "You should really do something about your butterfingers." Dave suggested.
