Callous Attraction

Prologue

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Author's Notes: This is just a thought that popped into my head one day so please let me know what you think. Thanks.


I glanced across the bar towards the three quiet men walking through the door. After a quick glance I decided they were new to club as they made their way to a small table near the bar. Watching as the youngest of the group seemed to take in his surroundings. The smoke rising from the stage, dark lights casting a shady glow across the club, the steady beat of the music as one of the girls danced on the stage. I glanced at the other two men. One seemed less than interested in the whole experience. Moving across the table to last man she caught his eye earning herself a nod before he glanced up to the stage. I allowed my self a small smile before going back to wiping down the bar. My ears perked as a deep, rich laugh came from table. With a quick glance I saw the black dress of a cocktail waitress standing next to the table. After a few minutes the incessant tapping of acrylic nails was heard on the bar. She was met with the celery green eyes of Brooke, one of the more popular Cocktail waitresses. "Yes?" I asked my Georgia accent strong as ever.

"I need three Corona's and a shot of Cuervo," she said with a toothy grin. I watched as she glanced over her shoulder at the table. Following her gaze I let my eyes rest on the gorgeous men. One a thin blonde with black nail polish, a black Ramones t-shirt, and a pair on light blue jeans, sweeping her eyes to the right she was met with broad tattooed shoulders, a stained wife beater, a tight scowl surrounded by a scruffy beard, and two of the most brightest blue eyes she had seen, and a head of thick dark hair. FinallyI took in the last man, tattooed shoulder, black jersey. Thick silver chain around his neck a light goatee on his chin, smirk fixed on his lips and deep green eyes. I look back to the twenty one year old standing in front of me,

"Remember doll, your JUST the waitress and you're going home to Carson" I told her with frown. The woman had a man who loved her more than anything yet she still found herself falling for customers every week. It amazes me that he still puts up with her but hey who the hell am I to judge love. I quickly fixed her drinks before turning around to help some more customers. It never ceased to amaze me the amount of customers the club could pull on a Monday. I allowed myself another glance at Brooke's table. The young one seemed entranced by the girls on stage, while the shaggy one seemed to only be interested in his Corona. Then Green eyes seemed to just be enjoying the show, my attention was drawn back to the shaggy one. His Corona was almost gone already. Deciding I had allowed myself more than the glance I planned, I turned back to the bar, filling another waitress's order. After filling her order I started talking with a few of the other regulars. After a couple of minutes a new customer sat down at the other end of the bar. Excusing myself I headed towards the customer not really paying attention. I glanced up when I reached the other side of the bar. It was no other than Shaggy himself. "Corona?" I asked with a smile.

"Yeah," He said before glancing back towards the stage. "You ain't from around her are ya?" he asked directing his attention back at me.

"Nope" I said handing him a bottle of corona. He seemed to take me in longer than a glance. Course it could have been the damn outfit. The fucking uniform was hardly more than the dancers themselves wore.

He seemed to be satisfied with the answer and began sipping his drink. So I went back to work.

V's View

I couldn't decide which was more interesting the bartender or the girl on stage. Ya know most bartenders at clubs are the faces not the bodies. But this girl had both she should've been a waitress. Hell she could've been a dancer. I don't know what it is about her. I guess she's got this aura or whatever they call it. She just started talking and I wanted to hear her talk. I mean the only reason I came was to get shitfaced somewhere that no one would rag on me. Mia is all pissy lately since prince charming still hasn't shown, Dom and Let are fighting. The only sane ones anymore are Le and Jesse. I think it helps that they moved out of the house. Course I've been out of the house for years and I still get pulled into everybody's shit.

I give myself another glance at the bartender. Both her wrists are tattooed out. Wouldn't mind getting a chance to see where else she's tattooed. Fuck! Why the hell do I care about her tattoos I mean she's just some chick. Yea she's just some stupid chick. With that thought I downed the rest of my beer. It took her a few minutes before she glanced back over at me. She made her way back over to me. She leaned onto the bar giving me a great view. "Another Corona?" she asked in that voice, southern accent coating every word.

"Ya know me too well" I told her with a grin. Looking into her eyes I could see that she wasn't going to buy any old pick up line if she bought one at all. Hell I was gonna have to work to get this one. She set down an open Corona in front of me.

"Anything else I can get ya?" She asked. For a second I could have sworn she was flirting with me. Do I shoot off a pick up line or just leave it be? Either choice could decide if I got laid tonight.

"I don't know any recommendations?" I asked looking into her honey eyes.


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