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Penname: Jburdick

Original or Derivative (fanfiction): Derivative

Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): M

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Prompt: Multimedia Share: Search Google or YouTube for one of the following words, then select a search result at random and write about it: Precedent, incubus, country

I chose country.

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I sighed and pounded back my third beer. This was so not my scene. My buddy Jasper, who is from Texas, somehow got it into his head that I would love to come to some Country bar with him. Why did I go, you ask? Because I had no fucking choice! I didn't even know where the hell we were going until we got here.

To say I didn't fit in was a massive understatement. I was back alley grunge band with dirty hair, piercings and tattoos, doing shots off drunk girls cleavage; not Banjo strumming plaid shirts with cowboy boots and a southern twang.

"Stop mopin' and go ask one of those ladies to dance, Edward." Jasper nodded toward a table of girls all smiling and waving at us.

I slid my empty glass across the table and groaned. "I'm not fucking moping, idiot. I'm bored. This place is tired dude. And there's no way I'm getting up to do the two-step or some shit with these girls."

Jasper laughed and shook his head. "Then why don't you make yourself useful and go get us another round. I only got the last three." He joked, pushing me, almost making my chair tip over. Jerk.

I made my way to the bar, sitting on the stool at the very end. The place was surprisingly pretty packed. The people around me left me a wide berth, criticizing my NIN shirt and tattered jeans. The seat next to me was empty even though some people were forced to stand due to lack of open chairs. No one wanted to sit bad enough to come near me.

I was beginning to wonder how long it would be till someone gave me the time of day so I could order when a voice interrupted me.

"What can I get you?" A petit brunette asked, flipping her hair over her shoulder. She had on a cream colored dress with the buttons at her chest undone exposing her amazing cleavage, and the thick ass leather belt around her waist made her tits look even bigger.

I closed my mouth and swallowed before I looked like one of those slack jawed horny wolves in cartoons, panting over the hot chick.

"Two beers." I said, letting my eyes roam her body again. She asked if some kind of beer was okay and I just nodded, too distracted by my perusal of her body to give a shit what she brought.

I watched her filling the glasses, her eyes locked on my full sleeves of tattoos. I couldn't tell whether she was interested or put off by them.

She swayed her hips on her way back to me, eyes locked on mine. "Anything else?" She asked, licking her lips. Oh yea, definitely interested.

"Yea," I said, leaning forward flicking my lip ring with my tongue. She watched my lips, then my eyes and leaned forward as well. "Your name." I whispered.

She smiled and reached out, running a single finger from the crease of my elbow up to my palm, leaving a trail of fire in it's wake. I was instantly hard. "Bella." She said.

"Anything else?" She asked again, drawing random designs on my palm with her finger. "Your number?" I grinned, hoping to charm it out of her.

"Hm, I don't think your going to get that lucky tonight, buddy. Come back for more drinks and I'll think about it." With that she stepped away and went back to serving others there drinks.

I watched her for a few more minutes before adjusting myself and taking the beers back to the table where Jasper was waiting.

"Damn man, what took so long?" He complained, taking his beer.

"I got caught up." I said with a shrug and sat down. I could catch glimpses of Bella here and there when people got up or if the person sitting was rather short, otherwise she was pretty hidden since she was so short herself. And that just pissed me off. "You come here a lot, yea?"

"Yea, a fair amount. Why? The place finally growing on you?" He smiled.

"Ha, no, not so much the place as the people. What can you tell me about Bella?" I asked, still watching for a glimpse of her.

"Bella, huh?" He laughed. "Well, She's pretty nice. Sweet girl. Her Grandparents own this place. She used to waitress but some of the regulars can get a little handsy when they've had a bit too much, know what I mean?"

I gritted my teeth and nodded, pretty pissed at the idea of other guys grabbing at her ass and shit.

"Yea, so she felt more comfortable in the bar area. Turns out she has a knack for it, been doing it for nearly five years now." Jasper said, taking a drink of his beer.

"Anything else?" I asked, smiling when I thought of how Bella had asked me that twice.

"Like what?"

"Is she single?" I asked, draining half my beer. I figured the faster it was gone the sooner I got up there and consequently got her number.

"I think so." He eyed me.

"What?"

"Why do you wanna know, Edward?" He asked, pointing at me.

"Just curious." I shrugged. I gulped down the last of mine and stood up quickly. "Want another?" I asked, holding up my empty glass.

He looked down at his nearly full one and furrowed his brows. "Uh, no I think I'm alright."

I walked away before he could say anything else and sat where I had been before, still getting the side-eye from the other patrons.

She grinned at me and shook her head from the opposite end of the bar. She refilled a few glasses making her way down to me and got stopped, talking to some schmuck in a Stetson. Which was one of about half the guys in this place. Ha. I started tapping my foot, growing more impatient.

Finally she made it to me and slung a towel over her shoulder, leaning her elbows on the wood bar in front of me. "Back so soon?" She giggled.

"I'm really thirsty." I waggled my eyebrows at her and smiled.

She shook her head and laughed out loud, the sound going straight to my cock. "Same thing?" She asked.

"Yep. I'd also like that number, if you don't mind." I winked.

She walked away without a word and filled a glass with the same Ale as before. She set it down in front of me. No Number. "Anything else?" She asked, mischief glinting in her eyes.

"You know what I want, Bella." I said, looking at her from under my lashes. That shit always got the ladies.

She gripped the front of my shirt and pulled me close, her cinnamon breath washing over my face. She brushed her lips across my cheek and stopped at my ear. "My shift is over at two a.m., wait for me." She kissed my cheek and stepped back, smiling. "If you want it bad enough, that is." She winked and walked away.

Well fuck. Maybe this night wouldn't be so bad after all.

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