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.
Chapter Three
It was a little later that night, a few hours after the bar had opened, the Sky was behind the bar with Z, fixing up random drinks for everyone around them. He shuffled a few shot glasses before filling them and passing them out to those with the orange paper bracelets that stated they already paid.
While the bar wasn't too packed, he shuffled his way down towards the end of it where Z was chatting away with a few people before a young blonde nabbed her attention. "You're friends with the DJ, right?" the woman questioned, pointing to the man up at the booth, fiddling with the records.
Z nodded, narrowing her eyes on him for a second before then returning her attention to the skinny little blonde in front of her. "Yeah, how come?"
Sky busied himself with something behind them, not wanting to but into their conversation, but curious none the less. He clinked through the clean beer glasses, knowing he was going to need them soon anyway. "He's totally hot," the blonde then giggled, obviously a bit tipsy. Either that or she normally acted like an idiot. "What's his name?"
"Bridge" Z grunted, Sky laughing a bit because Bridge had said his name quite a few times since the night had started.
"You should give me his number," the girl then stated with a smirk, her blue eyed gaze staring longingly across the dance floor. Both Z and Sky then stared over as well before Sky shook his head, returning to his job of collecting more clean glasses.
Z smirked, leaning forward against the bar. "Sorry, can't do that, missy."
"What, how come?"
"Company policy… I can't give out a coworker's number," she stated then, standing up straight as she stared across the way at Bridge. "You want it, you can bug him on your own time. Not like it would do you any good anyway…"
The blonde narrowed her eyes, swirling the contents of her glass around a bit before taking a sip. "And why's that."
"Cause he doesn't like girls," Z then laughed, the blonde giving her a very confused glance. "Let me put this into terms that your drunk mind can handle. He's gay so you ain't getting his number." The blonde narrowed her eyes before taking her drink and wandering away.
Sky stared back at Z now who had somewhat of a proud smirk on her face. "You just tell everyone that?" he questioned suddenly as she turned around, pressing her hand to her chest like her heart had stopped. She didn't know he was there, so it surprised her to suddenly hear his voice. "And he doesn't care…?"
"Oh, hell, no," she chuckled, beginning to collect the dirty shot glasses from the table before tucking them beneath the counter so she could take them to the back later. "Bridge doesn't care who knows… because, after all, if he never tells, how's he going to find a guy?"
"True," Sky grunted back, Z noticing an awkward defensiveness suddenly coming about. It was a trait she didn't appreciate when she spoke about these kinds of things, especially when they were about her friend in particular. "Usually people aren't as… open. But, whatever, good for him," he muttered as if irritated, keeping his attention focused on the glasses he was collecting.
She shook her head, not wanting to hear of his kind of attitude right now.
Bridge stood at the DJ booth, scratching his next record into the mix. His attention was towards the bar, where he watched his best friend wandered away, leaving Sky by himself. Returning his attention back to his records, he figured he needed to stop being so obvious about things or he was going to either get himself in a lot of trouble or seriously embarrassed.
Later that night, a little bit after close, Bridge sat at the bar with Z again. Sky was in the backroom, cleaning out all the glasses as she cleaned up the bar. They two were silent, Bridge wanting to ask her a million questions, but deciding that keeping to himself was better.
"Remember how the other night I told you that you were in over your head," Z muttered suddenly as she ran her washcloth against the counter top. Bridge perked his attention in her direction, then slowly nodding his head. "Well, I still stand with that statement."
He lowered his head a bit, then clearing his throat. "Why's that?"
"Some girl asked for your number, and when I told her what was up, Sky didn't seem too… pleased with it," she murmured, sliding his towel over the counter. After she had finished with that, she tossed it on the back counter, returning her attention back to him. "I mean, he didn't directly disagree with you being gay, but the way he talked about it…"
Bridge shrugged, resting his cheek in his palm. She was about to go on, but she heard the back doors swing open, Sky strolling out with his keys jingling in his hand. "Got the dishes done. Can I head home now?" he questioned to the both of them, twirling the ring of his keys around his finger.
Z gave him an odd glance before muttering, "You got all of them washed and dried?" He nodded with a cheesy grin, leaning his hip against the edge of the bar counter top, then pocketing his keys. "I don't believe you." The woman wandered past him, pushing into the double doors and disappearing into the backroom.
The two stood alone, Bridge lowering his head briefly after hearing what Z had said. Then again, he didn't want to trust her, despite the fact that they were best friends. He wanted to know his heart wasn't wrong with what he wanted. Now, all he needed to do was build up some kind of courage to speak.
Sky yanked his keys out of his pocket again, clanking them against the counter before beginning to drum his fingers against the counter top to pass the quiet time between them. Bridge fished around in his mind for some kind of conversation, hating the silence between them.
"Did anyone tell you Z's birthday's coming up?" he suddenly questioned, sitting up straight in his bar stool. Sky glanced over at him, then shaking his head before awkwardly looking away, averting his attention to the floor. "Yeah, we usually have a surprise party for her at the bar."
"If you usually have it, how is it a surprise?" he laughed briefly, twirling his keys on his finger.
"Good point," Bridge grunted back, then flashing a smile off his own before leaning forward in his seat. "But, yeah, we have a party for her. You want to come? It's usually just everyone who works here coming after hours during a week day and partying…"
"Sounds good to me," Sky stated with a sure nod, then turning around to survey his company for this party. Most everyone who worked there had gone home, with the exception of himself, Bridge, Z, and about two others who were still cleaning up. "When's the surprise?"
Just as Bridge was about to respond, Z busted through the doors, giving Sky another awkward glance. "Dude, I can't believe you really got all that done. You're fantastic." Seeing that he wouldn't be able to tell Sky when, he reached out for a nearby napkin, spotting a pen not too far away as well.
Grabbing that, he quickly scribbled his number and a note on it, cautiously sliding it to Sky when the girl wasn't looking. Sky glanced down at it, reading over it to find that it said, "Call me and I'll tell you the details."
Snatching up the napkin, he quickly shoved it into his pocket without a thought, bidding the two good bye before heading towards the door. Bridge sighed, leaning his head forward as he then nervously tapped his foot against the floor. He had managed to do something he never thought he would. Give the guy his number. Sure, he didn't give it away for the reason he really wanted to, but at least it was given out.
Z narrowed her eyes on her friend, the shaking her head. "I saw that."
"What?" he questioned, sitting up straight in his chair then.
"You just gave him your number," she stated in a matter of fact kind of way, crossing her arms as she stared back at him.
"Yeah, but… not for what you think," Bridge sighed, standing from his barstool. "I'm heading home… see you later."