Blossom~
I was really loving the bank. It was easy, it helped me save more money, and I was making friends. Robin was begging me to go to the bar this Friday. It was the one Buttercup and Bubbles worked at. It seemed a little sketchy but my sisters and I could fight anyone. I told Robin I would go but I was beginning to rethink it. I looked myself over in my pink crop top and tight black shorts. Part of my tattoo was stick out from under my shirt. Buttercup convinced me that I would love to have my favorite piece of art tattooed on me and she was right. Cherry blossoms in bloom. I stuck my cellphone into my pocket and stepped outside of my apartment complex. I flew to the bar that was half way across town and enjoyed the cool early summer night. The air whipping through my hair and licking my face was worth the knots to come. I landed with a clack from my heels as I stared up at the front of the bar. I sighed out my nervousness and pulled open the door. The music was blaring and the dance floor was live. I quickly scanned the bar for my sisters and rushed for Buttercup.
"Hey Bloss, Have a Blossom." She said setting down a gorgeous sunset pink drink.
"Wow so this is one of the infamous drinks?" I asked sipping it. Damn it was good and strong, "Can you making it lighter next time? You know I'm not a vet like you."
"Okay will do." She said laughing, "Love the crop top. I'm surprised you're wearing it."
"Wow well I could say the same about your outfit."
She winked at me, pointed to the dance floor and then moved her way down the bar to flirt with this total Buttercup type. He was tall, well-toned and looked like he could kick anyone's ass here. I was sure I had seen her with him before and took a mental note to ask Bubbles about him.
"Blossom omg you made it!" Robin squealed as she squeezed me tight, "You look hot as hell!"
"Thanks you too." I laughed. Robin was wearing a skin tight mini dress that hugged every curve right. Robin and I danced for most of the night. Buttercup was still making my drinks strong and I finally ran into Bubbles. She was wearing short sky blue shorts and a crop top that showed off her belly button ring.
"Are you off or…"I slurred.
"Working, it's 'casual' Friday which means we can wear what we party in."
"Oh so that's why Buttercup looks killer too! Speaking of BC who is that guy?"
"Oh he's kinda her friends with benefits I think?" Bubbles said shrugging, she was swaying to the beat while talking with me. Well more like yelling.
"Hey the DJ here is really good who is he?" I asked but the lights were too bright on stage.
"You don't want to know." She giggled and moved her way through the crowd to a calling customer. That's when I caught glimpse of someone who almost made me sober up. He was dancing with girls and looking at them with a gaze only he could use. Making you seem like important prey, a deadly smile played on his lips. He was tall, muscular and had dark raven hair.
Buttercup~
"Hey bar keep can I get some help?" A guy asked at the other end of the bar. I sighed before pouring Xavier another Buttercup.
"I just can't get enough of green lately." Xavier said, in that deep tone.
"I'll be right back babe." I winked. I sashayed to the other end of the bar. I turned my head at the last second
"What can I get…..?" I asked but then noticed it was Butch. He was smirking that stupid sexy ass smirk. I had just stopped thinking about how he came into the tattoo shop, how that must have meant something. I snarled, I hated how he always made my stomach flip when I saw him.
"I would love to get my mouth on a Buttercup." He purred, his eyes glazed from something other than alcohol. I slammed the triple shot on the bar angrily, I crossed my arms suddenly feeling self-conscious. He looked me in the eyes for a long time before bringing the shot to his lips. He downed it and set the glass on the bar gently.
"I wonder if the real one is just as surprisingly sweet." He said biting his lip, "I like this top. It shows your abs off nicely."
I glared at him harshly. He must just be playing with me. Butch and I decided a long time ago that we wouldn't work out. Yet I was still a little caught up in him. I couldn't let him know.
Butch~
Buttercup looked damn good in those shorts and the scalloped lace shirt. You could see right through the lace and see her bralette that her tits were a little too big for. Part of them popping over the top. After dancing I sat at the bar for a long time. I didn't realize she worked here, so it was a pleasant surprise to see her. I watched her shoulder and back muscled contract as she reached for a bottle on the top shelf. I watched her laugh her infectious laugh as she shared shots with customers. Her abs were so well defined and her legs, god her legs were amazing. Buttercup was a different kind of sexy than her sisters. She was a toned girl with a tight rounded ass, she had harsher features but rocked them. I was just enjoying the view until I saw her talking with some scrub. Her talking to him wasn't really the problem but I hated how she was looking at him. Half bedroom eyes half love me eyes. I growled and called her over to me.
"What can I get.." She started out with the sweetest tone but then it turned sour.
After she slammed down my shot she crossed her arms and was thinking about something. I could always tell when she was thinking, she would play with her lip ring furiously. I could only imagine what that tongue could do.
"So you work here too?" I asked, sliding my shot glass towards her, hinting for another. She set down three and fixed a glare.
"What's it to ya?" Her famous defensive question.
"Just curious is all Butterbabe." I said downing my last shot, "This are quite good. Are you going to make the ruffs drinks too?"
"Hell no." She said, locking my gaze. All determination and intimidation. That guy from the other end of the bar was staring, giving me the evil eye. Xavier I think his name was.
"Oh you know the triple Bs would love it." I chuckled, I was very disappointed that my appointment was on one of her off days. She probably did that on purpose but I did get to see a sexy teal haired girl who was down to fuck. Not as sexy as my Butterbabe though. She scoffed.
"They haven't been in this bar for months." She hissed at me, her eyes lingering on the dance floor, "That mixed girl you left on the dance floor is a heart breaker."
"How would you know?" I asked, tapping my shot glasses.
"I dated her for a bit. She's not in it for long term." She said crossing her arms, tonguing her lip ring.
"What? No way you're bi!" I teased, but I could see her wrapped up in that sexy caramel skin.
"Ha. Ha." She said dryly.
"Bar keep!" Xavier called, raising his glass, "I think I need some attention."
He and I locked eyes and when Buttercup turned back I took my thumb and slowly slid it across my throat. She noted Xavier's face and turned towards me. I shrugged but she still got in my face.
"Behave." She hissed, our noses brushing.
"Only if you misbehave." I purred, but she snarled. After a long stare down she moved toward the other end of the bar. I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned around to see a man who had salt and pepper hair.
"I've got a job for you, if you're willing to take my offer."
"Yea what is it?" I asked, snagging a bottle of Vodka from behind the bar.
"Want to be security around here? A perk is dancing and free alcohol." He said smiling, his smile meeting his eyes.
"Ya sure you want me?" I snickered and downed the bottle, "I'll put you out of business."
"Yes I am sure. I know your intimidation factor will bring in the high end crowd who is too scared to come in. It's hard for Buttercup to tend the bar and the riff raff."
With that I laughed and he continued to smile his slick smile. This dude had a good way with words and must have been a con at one point. I respected a man who knew what was good for business.
"Of course Buttercup will keep you in check with the booze. You can't be totally shit faced. So do you accept or not?"
I stared at Buttercup a long moment with hungry eyes. I watched her bend over for a cup on a lower shelf. I licked my lips and relished the thought of seeing her almost nightly.
"I accept."