First Encounter CH1
He whistled to her, and waved her over with his finger.
"Hello luv." He said as she came and stood next to his table.
"What'd you like mister?" She asked as she had done a million times before. Jack pulled her onto his knee.
"Oh great." she thought, another drunk who wants a good time. Not tonight. Jack sensed her angst and let her slip off his lap. He shoved over to the corner of the booth and motioned for her to sit down across from him. She did so reluctantly, she had other things to do but… there was something about him.
"Do ye like it here miss?" she didn't quite know what to say, she knew the truth. She hated this slum. She so badly wanted out, but what could a girl like her do? No she was stuck here.
"I haven't a choice." She replied.
"Aye but what if ye did? Then what would ye do?" She furrowed her brow. She couldn't see what he was getting at.
"Come on sir, you're drunk. Go on home." She stepped out of the booth and grabbed onto his arm to pull him out. Her hand was soft as butter on his rough arm. He was surprised. He'd never felt a woman with as soft a hand, and he'd felt his fair share too. He smiled to himself and stood up. He was a good four inches taller than her. He hadn't noticed that earlier.
"Blast this perpetual drunkenness." Jack thought. He was in fact completely sober. He hadn't done nothing but stare at Adreanna since he got here some time ago.
"She's enough to make me drunk though." He thought to himself.
"No miss, I am completely sober, and I am completely serious." He saw the somewhat confused look on her face.
"Come miss, I need to talk to ye." their hands switched places and he was now holding onto her arm. His hand was calloused and rough on her skin, but it didn't bother her.
"No I have to get back to my work." She turned and tried to step away, but he held firmly to her wrist.
"Let me go or I'll scream!" she said in a subdued yell.
"And then they'll kick you out, and maybe they won't let you back in." This bothered jack and he let her arm slip as she walked back to the bar. He shook his head; he knew this wasn't going to be easy. He walked out the tavern door and headed home.