Author: Skytate17

Title: You Won't Be The One That Got Away

Summary: The two ended up at the same bar every Friday night. One came to dance, one came to do his job. They were two different worlds, colliding on these ambitious Friday nights when the party goers were out. Stealing glances across the bar, one wishing the other would knew he existed, the other wishing he never existed at all.

Note: I honestly don't know what's got into me…… here's another one!

Chapter Two

It had been a few days later when Bridge was resting at his small apartment, lounging on the couch. He didn't work the night before and he wasn't supposed to work until the next day. The next day was Friday, a time he looked forward to more than anything. A lot of the time, he found it pretty pathetic that he would sit around and wait for Friday to come. Then when it did come, he didn't do anything about it. He felt, though, that there was going to be a change soon enough.

Flipping lazily through the channels, he stretched out on his couch in nothing but his boxers and a white t-shirt. It was nearing around noon and he had actually gotten up at a quarter until noon. Showering and getting into actual clothes was not an option. His sleepy brain wasn't going to be functioning for a few hours now.

Unfortunately for him, someone begged to differ. There was a light rap on his door, to which he leaned over on the couch, staring at the door as if expecting someone else to answer it for him. Bridge lived on his own, though, so it wasn't going to happen.

He stood from the couch, wandering his way to the door, jerking it open to find Z standing there. "Good morning," he muttered, shoving her way into his home, despite that he was wandering around in his boxers. After years of knowing him, though, she really didn't care. "I've got great news for you."

Bridge stared at her for a moment before shutting the door, leaning his back against it for a moment. "What's that?"

"I got a name," she muttered then with a smug smirk, crossing her arms over her chest. "He came to the bar last night and was talking away… had a few drinks and didn't even think twice before he started hitting on me… Almost got his number, but you know that whole work thing where I'm not allowed to," she then continued, Bridge staring at her in shock.

"You could have gotten a phone number and you didn't?!"

"Oh, yes, cause if I got it, you would have called… he would be expect me to call anyway, if he even remembers who the hell I am. He was totally wasted," she continued to explain, then making herself at home by immediately lounging on his couch, propping her feet up on his coffee table. He came to sit beside her, stretching out briefly.

"So, his name…?" he questioned curiously, leaning back against the cushion of his couch.

She reached forward for the controller, flipping a few channels before she glanced back to him. "Sky" she muttered then, returning her attention to the television.

He narrowed his eyes, running his hand though his messy hair before propping his head in his hand, his elbow against the back of the couch. "Sky?"

"Sky. What, were you expecting something magical?" she giggled then as he shook his head, shifting his weight so that now his back was pressed against the couch. "So, I got you a name. What are you going to do with it?"

He shrugged, leaning his head back against the back of the couch, staring up at his ceiling. He hadn't quite thought about that yet, but at least he wasn't crushing on some guy without a name. Then again, not like him having a name made the two of them know each other any better.

"You'll be happy to hear," she suddenly muttered, Bridge's attention perking back towards her. "Before he had one too many shots, he asked me about any positions being open as a bartender."

"And you told him that he was hired on the spot?!" Bridge joked then, Z rolling her eyes before she nudged him in the side.

"Not quite, but I gave him an application… now, let's see if his drunk ass held onto it," she grunted then, leaning her head towards him a bit before then keeping to her side. "We're really not hiring or shouldn't be, but he was interested, said he used to work at a bar, and… you like him."

Bridge narrowed his eyes briefly, knowing that somehow she was making fun of him, but deep inside, he was thanking her. "And based on that, you will hire him," he then threw in with a sure nod of his head.

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It was the next Friday night, at least an hour before the doors were actually open, when Bridge was up at his DJ booth, planning out his play list for the night. He shuffled through his records, then seeing Z heading towards the bar from the backroom. He hadn't seen or talked to her since the few days before that she visited his house.

Just as he was about to step down from his booth, he noticed a very familiar face making his way out of the backroom. The man which he had been watching, who he now knew as Sky, was making his way out of the backroom, following Z to behind the bar.

Bridge stared in amazement, sinking back towards his little DJ booth, just a little nervous to rush over there now. Z glanced up from the bar, seeing her friend standing up there. "Hey, Bridge, come here," she called then, signaling him from the bar as Sky turned around, flashing a brief smile to the man.

Bridge felt his heart flutter because for once, that smile was aimed in his direction. And on top of that, he was about to walk over and actually speak to this guy. What he was doing wandering around in the back room and behind the bar, he wasn't sure, but he figured that Z probably already hired him in the few days that he hadn't been there.

Stepping down from his booth, the blonde made his way to the bar, taking a seat at it as he stared from the other man and then to his friend. "This is Sky, he's going to be a new bartender here," she commented then with a smile, holding her hands before the said man. "Sky, this is Bridge… He's the DJ."

"I've seen him, yeah," Sky stated with a sure nod, then extending his hand to shake the DJ's. Bridge didn't hesitate to grab on, but was all too eager to let go of the shake and draw back to himself. "Nice to be working with you…"

"Yeah, you, too," Bridge commented then, hiding his bashful smile so he didn't seem like a complete idiot. He then eyed Z, who was giving a curious glance to the both of them before she turned around, beginning to get set up for the night, leaving the two by themselves for a moment. "So, when were you hired..? I've not seen you around," he lied, knowing he expected him every Friday.

Sky leaned forward against the bar, resting his elbows on it before glancing towards the DJ booth. "Just yesterday, actually… So, this is all new to me. Well, not the bartending thing. Worked at a few over the past two years," he muttered then, returning his attention back to Bridge with a wide smile, then standing up straight. "I'm going to go talk to Z for a minute just in case there's anything else I don't know."

With that, the young man wandered towards the backroom, pushing through the double doors in there and disappearing from Bridge's view.