(Killian)
I sidled up to the bar for another drink, catching the eye of the bartender and pointing to my empty glass. She nodded and busied herself with making another of my signature rum and cokes. By now she knew what I preferred, what with me coming in here every other night since we'd moved to this training facility.
My bosses were pissed at me, because it was my responsibility to make sure a dive went on schedule with no room for error. Yet, on our last dive, we'd secured a golden parchment from its watery grave only to have it turn to dust once it dried. I still hadn't figured out what had gone wrong.
The bartender slapped a napkin to the bar, then set my rum and coke on it.
"Thank you, love." I told her, picking it up with my right hand.
My phone vibrated in my pocket.
I set the drink down and withdrew it, frowning at the screen.
Was it a good thing, or a bad thing when a boss is running late for an impromptu meeting? I didn't know, but this meeting had my nerves standing on high end, my muscles bunched up. Was I about to get canned? What would happen to my team? My sister? My mentor? The 24-year-old kid I'd been mentoring for the last five years?
The muscles on my left arm flexed in response to the stress, the bionic fingers following suit. Jolly Roger Salvaging had put up a lot of money for it when I'd lost my hand a few years back, even though it wasn't their fault that a bloody shark had taken my actual hand.
My blue eyes darted around the bar, touching on faces to see if Henry was here, yet.
They stopped on a woman with long blonde hair, bangs swept off to the side. She was sipping a drink that was nearly gone, her lips puckered against the glass. Her eyes were large, and green, maybe? Hazel or green, I couldn't quite see this far away.
I scratched at the scruff on the underside of my jaw. I wanted to buy her a drink but wondered if I should. Henry was due any minute, but I suppose he wasn't here, yet.
Raising a hand, I signaled the bartender. She mixed another rum and coke for me and brought it over. "Thank you, love. That woman over there in the green shirt?"
"Yeah?"
"Her next one's on me."
"She's beautiful." She grinned.
I nodded once. "Aye."
"You don't usually buy anyone a drink."
I frowned. "Her drink is about empty."
"I'm on it." She bustled away and I watched her make the drink.
A rum and coke.
Surprise briefly flitted over my face before I composed it.
Interesting.