BETHS POV
I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS BUT I DO HAVE FUN WITH THEM ;)
It sure was packed at the bar tonight! The band was good tonight, too. The AC just wasnt cutting it tonight with all the bodies in this room. Good thing for me a the Seether shirt I was wearing tonight was ripped up in the back so it helped give me some kind of air flow to my skin. I flipped the bar key out of my back pocket to pop the top on the Amberbock I had in my hands and handed it to the waiting hand in front of me.
"Hey Blondie, can you head down here and help an old man to a Bud Light?" I heard over my left shoulder. I turned my head to see a rugged man that looked like he had seen better days and gave him my best smile. I grabbed the bottle of beer out of the ice and popped the cap before handing it him.
"That'll be $3 Mr..."
"Merle, its Merle. Best remember that for later sweet thang." Merle said with a twang that sounded eerily familiar.
"Nice to meet you Merle, names Beth, $3 please," I said as I stretched my hand out waiting for his payment. He stuffed a $5 in my hand and raised my hand to his lips where he kissed the back of my hand.
"Keep the rest Darlin'" he said with a long drawl. I smiled and pulled my hand away heading to the next customer.
The band was playing a cover of a Chevelle song when Michonne tapped me on the shoulder to head to the end of the bar where Merle was. I glanced to give him a quick smile while I finished up with my customer when I seen the bright ocean eyes of Daryl. I gave a tight smile before grabbing the money from Amy in exchange for her and Jimmy's drinks. I turned to walk towards where Merle was and noticed he was sitting next to Daryl. He looked different, Daryl I mean. He had a tight AudioSlave shirt on that clung every muscle in his arms and chest, his hair looking like it had been blown dry by the wind. He must have rode his Triumph here.
"What can I do for ya Merle?" I asked while leaning on the bar infront of him. I could feel the burn of Daryl's stare to my right.
"Baby brother here needs a Jack and Coke and I would like a shot of you. I mean a shot with you," he said raising an eyebrow.
"Awww well thats sweet of you Merle but I'm not drinkin tonight. But what do you wanna shot of?" I asked while I gave him a small smile and glancing over at Daryl who looked tense.
"Ahh come on sugar, have a shot of Patron with Ole Merle," he said stretching his arms open wide.
"Alright, one cant hurt I guess. Be right back boys," I said before turning on the heel of my Chucks, making a show of swinging hips while I walked over to the shelves stocked with the good stuff.
"What the fuck Merle? Stop flirtin with the girl, yer old enough to be her grandpa, ya sick fuck!" I heard Daryl yell at Merle and couldnt help but giggle a little. I walked over to the boys with 3 shots of Patron and Daryl's Jack and Coke. Placing a shot in front of each of us. Daryl looked up from the shot glass sitting next to his drink and shook his head.
"I dont do Ta-Kill-Ya." he said with disgust.
"Alright, my bad I figured we could all have a shot." I said with a bit of an attitude. Could this man not just humor me and throw it over his damn shoulder? I was trying to be nice.
"Well looks like you've got two shots now Girlie," Merle said with a wicked grin. I nodded and raised the first shot to Merle, licked the salt off my hand, and threw it back. I slammed the shot glass down and grabbed the next one and threw it back as well. I looked for the lemon slice I had sitting on the napkin before I took the shot and found it in Daryl's hand, pinching the peel in the center of the wedge, a cocky grin on his face and his eyebrow raised. He was challenging me! I leaned forward putting my mouth around the lemon and grazing his fingers with my lips. That'll teach him! I pulled back keeping the lemon in my mouth and sucked the juice, taking the lemon out of my mouth and licking my lips. I looked at Merle who had a dumbfounded look on his face with his jaw completely slack, then to Daryl who had a wicked look in his eyes.
"That was fun. This round's on me boys!" I stated with a higher pitched voice than I had intended. I turned on my heel and started walking to the other end of the bar, chastising myself about my bold actions with the lemon. Where in the hell had Bold Beth came from? I didnt really know the answer but she felt kinda good I decided with a wicked grin. Jimmy and Amy were sitting at the bar with 6 shots in front of them, waving at me with big grins. I was so screwed.