Disclaimer: see chapter 1
***
Chapter 2
Nick is sitting at the bar he knows well. He's been sitting on the uncomfortable barstool for a few hours when Warrick arrives and takes a seat next to him.
"Hey man, what's up?" The deep baritone voice can be heard over the loud music.
Nick shakes his head, "Nothin'"
Warrick knows that's BS. "Yeah," he slowly nods, "Right," and gives him a look letting Nick know he's a bad liar.
After a few minutes of silence, well, conversation-wise anyway because the music is still blasting away in the bar, Warrick leans closer to Nick, who's pretending to listen to the music, and says, "Call her up."
"I did," he answers throwing back a few peanuts.
"And?" Warrick prods, leaning on the flat surface of the bar.
"She didn't call back," Nick takes a long draught from his bear bottle.
"Ouch, man...that's rough." Warrick straightens, holding his back straight with a hand on his thigh for support.
He nudges his friend's arm with an elbow, "Go see her."
"What?" Nick furrows his brow. "You mean *Right now*?"
"Yeah," Warrick confirms.
"You're crazy." Nick shakes his head, bringing the rim of his beet bottle to his lips again.
Warrick sighs, "Thought you said you were crazy about her-"
Nick holds back from taking a sip. "I am."
"Then go find her."
Nick stares at his co-worker for a long time before placing a few bills on the counter and getting up from his stool saying, "Thanks, man."
"Dude, what are buddies for?"
Warrick pats him on the back as he's leaving wishing him good luck.
***
In a Miami club, Calleigh is dancing to some techno music. Completely letting go, she's oblivious to the crowd of people surrounding her and at the same time she knows very well she can let loose because she's part of the group and nobody seems to care. Releasing all tensions, thinking of nothing at all, she moves, occasionally, unintentionally brushing against someone. Maybe she's had a few two many Mai Tais and has a buzz on. She doesn't care. She just wants the music to lift her and make her feel alive.
The bright lights flicker as she sways and twirls. Arms going up to brush her matted hair from her face, she closes her eyes. Her skin is moist and her poinsettia tieback halter-top is sticking to her.
Hot. Stuffy. Unknown. Dark. Mysterious. Thrilling.
She loves this place. A stranger rubs against her bare back. More friendly than just by mistake. She promptly opens her eyes and veers to confront him and catches a glint of his smile. Still dancing, she takes her hand to his chest and gently pushes him away, letting him know she doesn't want him to invade her space. He gets the idea and respects her wishes but still stays close. He's not bad looking, she thinks, eyes roaming from his face down to his waist then back up again. He's actually pretty cute.
Out of the blue, she slowly threads her way between two people moving away from him. She keeps dancing, making her way towards the exit. She has suddenly regretted what she's done. He'll think she's interested which she's not. He's attractive but that's all. She's not looking for something new.
All of a sudden, something is holding her back, not pulling just immobilizing her and she realizes someone has grabbed her and is holding her arm. She spins around only to find herself face to face with the attractive stranger. He says something and she frowns not understanding, then, tries to read his lips. "I'm going outside-"she tells him, thinking that's what he's asked her. It's his turn to be confused. She fans her face with her hand and points to the exit. He nods.
*What am I doing?* She wonders. She knows he's following her. *I'll explain and apologize once outside.*
Breathing in the cool air, she feels him approach.
"You're a good dancer."
"Look-"hands clasped, she turns towards him. "I... I have... ah..." Thinking quickly to find a way out of this, she tells him, "I have a boyfriend." She nods trying to believe it herself.
The man's eyebrows shoot up. He's surprised, she thinks, but he inquires, "Is that so?"
"Mmhmm."
"So, where is he?"
She dislikes him already. Again, thinking quickly she answers, "Working."
"While you're here all alone? Why don't I show you a good time, huh?"
"I'm fine. Thanks." She spits back.
"You certainly look fine. What's your name?" he looks her up and down.
She's disgusted. Not because he looks her from top to bottom but that he stares at her chest.
He moves forward to touch her and she dodges his caress. "Get your paws off of my body!"
The club bouncer looks in their direction, coming aware that he's annoying Calleigh. The stranger shakes his head at him and smiles, gesturing that they're fine and that nothing's wrong.
"Baby, don't play hard to get. I saw how you looked at me. You were all over me. Don't deny it."
"It has long since passed I'm afraid," she gives him an icy look then turns to walk away.
He grabs her arm again "Baby-"
She turns, retrieving her arm from his hold saying, "Try that again and you won't be able to use that thing between your legs."
He smirks. "Feisty, are we, baby? I like that."
"Baby me again and I assure you you'll regret it." Her eyes go dark with fury and she walks off crossing the street.
Looking back, she sees that he's laughing. She looks again and he's trying to get back in the club but the bouncer refuses him access.
*Good for him* she thinks.
If he had followed her, she would have used her cop privileges and filed for harassment. Lucky for him, she got home safely, shivering but safely.
TBC...
***
Chapter 2
Nick is sitting at the bar he knows well. He's been sitting on the uncomfortable barstool for a few hours when Warrick arrives and takes a seat next to him.
"Hey man, what's up?" The deep baritone voice can be heard over the loud music.
Nick shakes his head, "Nothin'"
Warrick knows that's BS. "Yeah," he slowly nods, "Right," and gives him a look letting Nick know he's a bad liar.
After a few minutes of silence, well, conversation-wise anyway because the music is still blasting away in the bar, Warrick leans closer to Nick, who's pretending to listen to the music, and says, "Call her up."
"I did," he answers throwing back a few peanuts.
"And?" Warrick prods, leaning on the flat surface of the bar.
"She didn't call back," Nick takes a long draught from his bear bottle.
"Ouch, man...that's rough." Warrick straightens, holding his back straight with a hand on his thigh for support.
He nudges his friend's arm with an elbow, "Go see her."
"What?" Nick furrows his brow. "You mean *Right now*?"
"Yeah," Warrick confirms.
"You're crazy." Nick shakes his head, bringing the rim of his beet bottle to his lips again.
Warrick sighs, "Thought you said you were crazy about her-"
Nick holds back from taking a sip. "I am."
"Then go find her."
Nick stares at his co-worker for a long time before placing a few bills on the counter and getting up from his stool saying, "Thanks, man."
"Dude, what are buddies for?"
Warrick pats him on the back as he's leaving wishing him good luck.
***
In a Miami club, Calleigh is dancing to some techno music. Completely letting go, she's oblivious to the crowd of people surrounding her and at the same time she knows very well she can let loose because she's part of the group and nobody seems to care. Releasing all tensions, thinking of nothing at all, she moves, occasionally, unintentionally brushing against someone. Maybe she's had a few two many Mai Tais and has a buzz on. She doesn't care. She just wants the music to lift her and make her feel alive.
The bright lights flicker as she sways and twirls. Arms going up to brush her matted hair from her face, she closes her eyes. Her skin is moist and her poinsettia tieback halter-top is sticking to her.
Hot. Stuffy. Unknown. Dark. Mysterious. Thrilling.
She loves this place. A stranger rubs against her bare back. More friendly than just by mistake. She promptly opens her eyes and veers to confront him and catches a glint of his smile. Still dancing, she takes her hand to his chest and gently pushes him away, letting him know she doesn't want him to invade her space. He gets the idea and respects her wishes but still stays close. He's not bad looking, she thinks, eyes roaming from his face down to his waist then back up again. He's actually pretty cute.
Out of the blue, she slowly threads her way between two people moving away from him. She keeps dancing, making her way towards the exit. She has suddenly regretted what she's done. He'll think she's interested which she's not. He's attractive but that's all. She's not looking for something new.
All of a sudden, something is holding her back, not pulling just immobilizing her and she realizes someone has grabbed her and is holding her arm. She spins around only to find herself face to face with the attractive stranger. He says something and she frowns not understanding, then, tries to read his lips. "I'm going outside-"she tells him, thinking that's what he's asked her. It's his turn to be confused. She fans her face with her hand and points to the exit. He nods.
*What am I doing?* She wonders. She knows he's following her. *I'll explain and apologize once outside.*
Breathing in the cool air, she feels him approach.
"You're a good dancer."
"Look-"hands clasped, she turns towards him. "I... I have... ah..." Thinking quickly to find a way out of this, she tells him, "I have a boyfriend." She nods trying to believe it herself.
The man's eyebrows shoot up. He's surprised, she thinks, but he inquires, "Is that so?"
"Mmhmm."
"So, where is he?"
She dislikes him already. Again, thinking quickly she answers, "Working."
"While you're here all alone? Why don't I show you a good time, huh?"
"I'm fine. Thanks." She spits back.
"You certainly look fine. What's your name?" he looks her up and down.
She's disgusted. Not because he looks her from top to bottom but that he stares at her chest.
He moves forward to touch her and she dodges his caress. "Get your paws off of my body!"
The club bouncer looks in their direction, coming aware that he's annoying Calleigh. The stranger shakes his head at him and smiles, gesturing that they're fine and that nothing's wrong.
"Baby, don't play hard to get. I saw how you looked at me. You were all over me. Don't deny it."
"It has long since passed I'm afraid," she gives him an icy look then turns to walk away.
He grabs her arm again "Baby-"
She turns, retrieving her arm from his hold saying, "Try that again and you won't be able to use that thing between your legs."
He smirks. "Feisty, are we, baby? I like that."
"Baby me again and I assure you you'll regret it." Her eyes go dark with fury and she walks off crossing the street.
Looking back, she sees that he's laughing. She looks again and he's trying to get back in the club but the bouncer refuses him access.
*Good for him* she thinks.
If he had followed her, she would have used her cop privileges and filed for harassment. Lucky for him, she got home safely, shivering but safely.
TBC...