The next time I went to her bar, Roni was wearing the black T-shirt she lent me the week before. She probably had washed it by then, but the sentiment was obvious. She missed me, and my thoughts haven't been clear of her all weekend.
I could've have come back for more, anytime I wanted. I could have had her on the foot of my bed every morning like a dog, and she'd come back every night for more. It was more fun when it was drawn out though, and since in this land I was the one making all the rules, she could just suffer a little for it.
And suffering she was, distracted by me being close enough to see but not to talk to, sitting on the far end of the bar while she watched my body move the whole time, my short blue dress riding up a little more when I sat on the stool and crossed my legs. As she started making more orders, her eyes were more on me than the drinks she was mixing. She was skilled enough though, Roni could make ten drinks at once blindfolded. Of course, that was if she was sober, I thought to myself as she downed another shot of something brown.
In almost no time at all, she made her way over to me, with a bar towel on her shoulder like the world's biggest cliche.
"What can I get you?"
"Whiskey, neat." Which of course Roni knew by now because even though well past the dinner rush, there's a few other patrons here still, so she tried to keep it professional all the while still hovering by my spot at the bar.
"Hard day?"
"Please stop small talking at me." I said snidely, while she placed my drink in front of me.
"What would you rather?" Roni asked with a smirk, getting awfully comfortable with me so quickly, and I didn't like that one bit. This was my game, not hers.
"I'd rather meet my date like I intended, instead of getting hit on by middle aged bar dykes." I shot back coldly, taking a slow sip from my drink and watched her watching me with a clenched jaw.
"You weren't complaining when I was knuckle deep." The bartender almost whispered, leaning down so no one else could hear us, a favor I wasn't reciprocating.
"It was your idea for me to get someone more my age, to wrap around my finger." My shoulders shrugged, answering a question she didn't ask. "And it was his idea to meet here."
She scoffed at that, taking the bar towel off her shoulder and grabbed a clean glass under the counter to wipe down.
"Yeah, it just so happens to be his favorite hangout? My bar?" She asked, getting more and more frustrated with my lack of reaction to her.
"You sure get upset at the prospect of new customers."
"I know you get off on playing games, but I don't." She was suddenly being surprisingly honest, and I raised my eyebrow curiously. "So, fuck as many guys as you want, fucking send me pictures, I don't care." Which I was sure I could prove her wrong on, while she looked around to makes sure no one was paying us any attention. "And the next time your mommy hurts your feelings, then you can put your head between my legs and I'll make it all better again." She smirked tightly, not enjoying the sting as much as she pretended. There was a reason she kept bringing up mommy issues and not all of it had to do with me.
I was sure that my mask of indifference slipped a bit, but it didn't mean much to me either way, smiling sweetly as my winning hand of a date walked up to us warmly, unsuspecting of the reaching boiling point under Roni's skin.
"Hey Roni." Henry greeted, and my eyes stayed on the older woman the entire time. Mentally burning in the sight of her face, the naive start of a smile, until realization dawned on her, her eyes narrowing before burning bright red and at me. Her breathing was hard and grip on her bar towel was strong and shaking. She wanted it to be my neck, and I was so wet I would've let her fuck me right there in front of everyone. But something called Regina kept all her pretty emotions suppressed before managing a smile back at Henry.
I couldn't have planned a more perfect day.
I was standing outside the back entrance of Roni's bar on the steps that led up to her second-floor apartment. It was after my date was well and done, and I scrolled through my phone, while tightly pinching the same spot on my neck over and over, an absent-minded action as I updated my calendar and scrolled through various social media sites. The whiskey's I had before driving over here at 2 a.m. was starting to hit me and the sharp stings of my pinches started to just cause a buzzing on my skin.
Finally, I made my way up the rest of her stairs, knocking on the bartender's door. When it opened, it was as if she was expecting me, and just as thought about and practiced was the way she tried to slam the door in my face. My hand shot out though, grabbing the door and making her realize that she was going to hurt me if she pushed any harder.
"Please, Roniā¦" The high tone in my voice caused her to sigh and open the door back up. "I didn't know where else to go." My eyes were wide and hers grew narrow, looking worried but still suspicious.
"What happened?"
I surged forward, wrapping my arms around her neck. Her body froze at the unexpected action, her hands raising slowly to rest gently against the back of my jacket.
"He ravaged me, he pinned me against a wall and took me hard." It was on the dramatic end of breathless, as my hands moved along her shoulders and into her hair, the scent of her perfume engulfing my senses. "He was so big." I whispered, tilting my head into her neck a little more, pushing my body firm against her. "He filled me better than you ever could." My leg moved up to run along the inside of her thighs. She finally caught up, Roni not being nearly as bright as her non-cursed counterpart, shifting away from me and getting a grip on my arms so she could push me away from her hard. I stumbled back, giggling as my back hit her closed front door.
"Fuck you." She snapped, breathing hard and angry.
"I came so hard." I moaned, sliding my jacket off and letting it fall to the floor, leaving me in just the blue dress. My hands moved up my sides and over my breasts, back arching off for a nice little show. Roni didn't have a great sense of humor when it came at her expense though. She stepped up to me and grabbed my arm, pulling me up to stand straight, but I couldn't stop smiling.
"That's funny to you?" Roni, might as well have been Regina, scolded me. Like a bad little kid playing cruel jokes because they just don't know any better. She looked at me like Regina did when I killed a man right in front of her. When she saw the last of humanity leave my eyes. Regina, coming back like she never left. It made the air still around us, something feeling faint the distance like a coming storm. That was until her glance went to my neck, seeing the soon-to-be bruise that looked an awful lot like a hickey. "You came here just to show off?" She sneered, letting me go and shaking her head with disgust in her eyes, in a way that Regina never would. "You're sick."
I rolled my eyes so hard, it almost gave me a headache.
"And you're boring." I took a few steps, then waited for the room to stop spinning before making the rest of the way over to her bed. It wasn't a long walk in the studio apartment, while Roni kept an eye on me as she went in the fridge to get a beer. "You act like you don't like games, but it's the only reason you're drooling over me every time I show up." I lied on my back sideways on her mattress, leaning up on my elbows, with my legs hanging off the edge. "Unless, there's another reason you keep letting me in." She glared as I feigned a shocked gasp. "Do you like me?"
"Less and less every time you fucking talk."
"Do you think about me all the time?" I kept teasing, making her walk over to me, a newly opened drink forgotten.
"Get out, or I'll call your mom to come pick your drunk ass up. I'm sure you'd just love trying to explain that away."
"I could've fucked him tonight." I lied, and I would've kept lying about getting in his bed, because Henry may have been as interesting as paint drying, but Roni's eyes burning holes into me the whole time was worth all the fake smiles and flirting earlier in the night. Maybe it was the drinks affecting me, but my brain switched gears and tried a different approach, looking up at her with heavy eyes and running my tongue along my bottom lip. "It would've been easy. I'd just have to think about you and it'd slide right in." She was standing close enough now for me to slide my leg up hers, feeling her warm hand grab my ankle roughly and hooking it around her hips as Roni leaned over me on her bed. Pouncing like a hunter and my legs spread for her like I was a feast.
"Are you done playing games?"
"For tonight." I smirked, and it was enough for her.
