Francis
The usual bar smell enters my nostrils. Different toxic perfumes smell of different alcohols from people's bodies and a wave of bodies dancing in the club-like music. I've been here multiple times. When I am off from work, no business trips somewhere, no overtime, and no weekend schedule, I always visit the woman who always caught my eyes.
I slipped on the barstool and drums my fingers on the long counter table. She seemed busy preparing for the big show tonight. Her black hair is rolled into her usual tight bun. I wonder how it smelled and feels on my nose. But the woman is probably married. I peek on her fingers. Should I get excited that she wasn't wearing a wedding ring?
"Hey, there Casanova."
"Hey, there." I grin slyly. I always did and she would laugh at me by that look. But now she didn't.
"What can I get you?"
"I'm waiting for your fair tonight." She smiled and drum her fingers on the counter table.
Her thick brow that is shaped well, that don't need trimming or lining it makes me more interested in her. And her full breast behind that sexy nape tie shirt of her and her sexy jeans. She doesn't look married at all.
"Oh, you miss me that much?" She asked a little mocking.
"I did." I play along with a wink.
"Where you been these last few weeks?" She asked.
"Lots of business meetings overseas and then attending my friend's party."
"You mean, Zachary?" she knows them too well. The boys wanted to hook up on her, but she is engaged at that moment and she chooses well to give us women for a night. "I heard that he got twins."
"Yup."
"Five minutes." Her partner told. He greeted me and I nodded.
"I'll get back to you within twenty minutes."
"You got it." I wink at her.
They prepare it all and she smiled at me as I watch her do her things. She's good with hand tricks and everything. She could be a pickpocketed and a magician at the same time. Her very beautiful reflexes and everything makes me wanted this woman. Usually, a big man like me wanted a woman smaller or a bit taller. I like petite women, not because they are my inferior, because they are sweet, adorable like flowers and very much attractive looking.
"Francis," I smell a sweet perfume of a woman that sat beside me. I forget her name. Was she one of my ex? Or one of the boys' ex?"
"Hey, babe." That's what I call them usually if I forgot their name.
"What's up tonight?"
"Just chillin' watching my friend crack bottles," I answer, looking at the most gorgeous woman in the world who glanced at me giving me a knowing look.
"She's the B-girl?"
"Yes. I wanted to see how long she's going to take the rest of the bottles and how many bottles she's going to break."
That grey eyes woman that has the most beautiful pouty lips drums on the counter table and pushed me a glass of water.
"Just so you know, Casanova. I don't break bottles," she winks. I chuckled and glance at the woman beside me.
"She always breaks eggs though," I said. That's when I heard the most beautiful laugh in the world.
"Karen, right?" the woman beside me ask.
"No. It's Natalie."
"Tali," Robb her partner calls.
"Enjoy the show."
The DJ turns on the music as it blares around the bar. The spotlight was on her while she's on top of the bar counter, throwing a few bottles as she dances with the music. Her reflexes were good as ever and she mastered the flipping, pouring and flipping and shaking. Every man would like to droll on that beautiful ass of her.
"She's good right?" I ask the woman beside.
"Yes."
She's sweaty when she came back and offer me the Jager Bomb. I pull out my handkerchief and give it to her. The usual that I did for her. She took it and wipe her sweats on her forehead.
"What can I get you?" she asked the woman. "Usually, his woman asked for tequila."
"Then I'll go for vodka." I drank it in one shot as it burns down my throat and chills on my chest. She does a very good on shaking well for a vodka and give it to her. Travis came and Colt who ask for their usual drink that she always put a twist.
Travis flirt with the woman and I don't want to flirt with others when she got a time with me. She serves drinks and I like watching her serving drinks. I pay for my drinks using my card to Robb since he's the cashier there and the co-owner as well. And she's just their friend who brought a lot of money on the bar.
"How's your wedding?" I suddenly ask her when we are alone. She is quiet. I momentarily punch myself inside my head and then I felt that it wasn't a good one. "Sorry," I said.
"It's fine. I try killing pillows for a few nights now."
"Could we punch this man of yours?" she giggled and shook her head.
"There's no need for that."
"Just tell me, and I'll bring the whole boys for pay-back."
"Thanks, Francis. But I'll handle it myself."
"Can I buy you a drink, a beautiful woman?" I ask flirtatiously.
"What possibly would you offer for this 'beautiful woman' of yours?"
"I'll ask for her favorite cocktail."