Lucy smiled back at Amy, trying not to get lost in those bright blue eyes. The bartender brought over a shot glass and the bottle of Jack. He quickly poured her a shot and headed over to the opposite side of the bar. Lucy nodded at Amy and said "Salud." They downed their shots, never losing eye contact. Finally, Amy looked away feeling slightly dazed. She waved to the brunette, grabbed the Stella and the Blue Hawaii, and headed over to the table Max had chosen for them. "What was that?!"
"Ah, finally! I was wonder...Hmmph." Max had noticed the drink in Amy's hand. "Very funny." She frowned up at Amy, then smiled. "Ah, what the hell. But you tell anyone about this, and I will hunt you down and kill you."
Amy sat down across from Max, who was watching the stage being set up for the pianist. From where she was sitting, Amy could see the brunette at the bar very obviously ignoring a man who seemed to be attempting to chat her up. She made eye contact with Amy and dramatically rolled her eyes, then blew her bangs out of her face, crossed her arms and leaned her elbows on the bar.
Amy smirked at her and giggled, then shrugged her shoulders in a "whatcha gonna do?" way. Just then the piano started up, and "Honky Cat" filled the bar. Amy relaxed back against the padded booth, sipped her beer, closed her eyes, and, with a small smile on her face, let the music wash over her.
She realized she could hear Max humming again and opened her eyes to call her on it. But over Max's right shoulder she caught a glimpse of that brunette again ("I should have gotten her name!"), sipping a drink, and pretty openly staring at her. Amy admitted to herself that she was intrigued. Then she grew self conscious and wondered if she had a wardrobe malfunction or her hair was messed up or something large was caught between her teeth. She turned to Max and asked her if she looked ok.
Max gave her a curious glance, shrugged and said, "You look fine. I didn't think you were man-hunting tonight." "I'm not!" Amy said slightly more defensively than she needed to. "I just had a feeling that something was out of place. You sure I don't have like something stuck between my teeth?" She bared her pearly whites to Max, who rolled her eyes at her. "No, you're fine. Paranoid, but fine."
From across the room, Lucy watched Max and Amy's interaction and decided they definitely weren't dating. Then she saw the blond bare her teeth at the other girl and quirked her lip up in a half smile. She hadn't meant for the blond to catch her staring, and it seemed like it made her a bit self conscious. Until that point Lucy had decided she was going to talk to the blond girl about her possibly considering a blind date with Scud, but as soon as Lucy saw the "do I have something in my teeth" move she changed her mind. She might not realize it, but she's into me. As the thought crossed her mind, a Lucy Diamond world famous grin began to form. The blond was treated to a full wattage smile the next time she looked over at the bar. Game on. Definitely back on the horse.
Amy was having serious trouble concentrating on the music, Max, or anything other than the brunette at the bar. She had to count seconds between sneaking looks over in that direction. To prove that point, Amy realized Max was looking at her incredulously. "Uh Amy, are you even paying attention to the music? Or to me for that matter, as I am trying to talk to you about the music?" "Sorry Max I'm just...distracted today." By the cute brunette over there. Amy cleared her throat. She wasn't entirely sure what it was that captured her attention so completely. Maybe it's that smile. And her thoughts were confusing. She needed another drink. Or 3. Amy smirked at Max. "Get you another drink? Do you like Pina Coladas? And getting caught in the rain?" Max tried to hold the iciest glare she could, but ended up bursting into giggles. "Very funny Amy. I'll just have that Diet Coke now."
Taking a steadying breath, Amy got up from the table and headed over towards the bar. In a rather bold and un-Amy like move, she walked around to the other side of the bar and sat on the bar stool next to Lucy. She extended her hand and said, "Amy. Bradshaw. Nice to meet you..." "Lucy." There was that smile again! "So, Amy, can I get you a drink this time? Hey, thanks for that shot before, I don't think I realized I needed it."
Amy smiled. "Sure. I'll have a Stella Artois, please." Lucy nodded appreciatively. "Two Stellas, please!" The bartender brought the beer and headed down the bar for another order. Amy sipped at her drink. "So, I think your...friend? is hitting on the piano guy." Amy's eyes opened wide as she looked over towards the piano, and heard the intro to "Escape (The Pina Colada Song). She anxiously bit her lip. "Oh no! She can't really handle her booze, and I did get her a drink. One drink can't really get someone drunk can it?" Lucy had to try very hard to follow the conversation, as her eyes were drawn to the cute and sexy way Amy was biting her lip. "Uh...I don't think so, but umm, maybe. Hey, do you think we could set her up on a blind date with my friend? He doesn't really drink either, and for similar reaso-ah, she's climbing on top of the piano now. Maybe we should go over there?" Lucy raised her eyebrows as she looked from Amy to Max. As Amy glanced over at Max's show, Lucy rolled her eyes in Max's direction.
Amy frowned at the scene Max was making. She had climbed on the piano, lying on the closed lid of the Baby Grand the pianist was, admirably, still playing. She looked over at Lucy, apologetically. "I think maybe I should just handle this one." She paused and narrowed her eyes slightly. "Will I see you again?" Lucy gave Amy another of her patented smiles. "I'd really like that. Here, take my number." Lucy grabbed Amy's hand, and the electricity that shot between them like lightning caused them to gasp slightly and quickly look up at each other. Amy in a slightly confused way, Lucy in a "Wow" way. She rubbed her thumb lightly in a circle across the blond's wrist as she wrote her number in black marker on the palm of Amy's hand.
Reluctant to leave, but noticing out of the corner of her eye that Max was now attempting to be some kind of lounge singer posing on the piano, Amy breathed an almost silent goodbye. She extended her hand again, which Lucy ignored, instead moving in slowly to kiss Amy on the cheek. She could hear the blond's sharp intake of breath. She whispered, "Call soon?" into Amy's ear, then pulled back and walked out of the bar.
For almost ten seconds Amy couldn't move. She seemed rooted to the spot and staring into the space Lucy had just occupied. She felt almost as if she were in a daze. Slowly she shook her head as if to clear it, and realized she could clearly hear Max singing. "...so I wrote to the paper, took out a personal ad. And though I'm nobody's poet, I thought it wasn't half bad!" She turned and half sprinted towards the piano. Miraculously, the piano player was still playing, but belly laughing as he did so. Amy half smiled and apologized, while pulling Max down. "Hey! I wasn't done yet!" Yes you are! And so am I when you wake up tomorrow and remember what happened! As Amy reached to grab Max's hand and pull her out of there, she saw a flash of the number written on her palm. She blushed and smiled to herself. "Let's go."