God, these two just really need to fuck already.It’s ridiculous watching them stumble over each other while I get caught in the middle. Both of them try to deny their feelings towards the other, but the writing is on the wall. Hell, there might as well be a giant billboard somewhere with neon flashing lights.
Walking towards the bar, I watch Vix, and it’s exactly how I thought it was. She flirts and talks to the guys who are clearly eating up what she says as both fixate on her cleavage. They don’t even try to hide it. She finally takes a step back to turn around to make their drinks, only to roll her eyes at the other bartender. The other bartender looks down to stifle a laugh. I chuckle at the interaction, drawing her attention.
She mouthsheyto me, holding her index finger up to me before finishing the orders the guys asked for. After she delivers the drinks, she makes her way toward me.
“Hey, bitch!” she yells, popping her hip on top of the bar to lean over, giving me a quick hug.
“Hey, yourself. This place is fucking wicked!” I exclaim as I drink in all the décor.
“I told you that you’d like it. Far cry from the places Nik would drag you to.”
The mention of Nik’s name sends a slight twinge of uneasiness to my heart. The pain is still so fresh.
“Like is an understatement.” I ignore the dig at Nik’s taste.
This wasn’t like those typical bars, this was not at all the kind of scene that Nik would ever step foot in, but this place, these people. This was all me. The anxiety I was feeling dissipates.
The strange feeling deep within me tugs again, forcing me to place my hand on my abdomen, as if that will make it go away. I don’t know quite how to describe it. It feels like a lure of something deeper within me. It’s almost erotic, a sensual pleasure that feels like it’s been buried inside, finally bursting free.
It feels like home.
“You should get your ass out on that dance floor, Myssa!” Vix nods towards it.
“What? By myself? Are you insane?” I laugh nervously, still vibrating from the sensation flowing through my veins.
“No, and I think your dance partner has arrived.” She points behind me.
Just then, Ricky, the bartender from Vix’s old job, taps me on the shoulder.
“Ricky, hi!” I squeal, giving him a hug. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, same as you. Checking out the scenery.” He shoots a glare at Vix and mouths, “Traitor.”
She laughs and shrugs as he continues. “Mark had to work late, and Vix said you were coming up here. I thought I'd be your plus one.”
“Aww, I’m sorry, Mark had to work, but yay for me! I’d be happy to have you as my plus one.” I wrap my arm around his and lean my head on his shoulder.
“The usual, you two?”
We both nod.
Vix turns around to Ricky, snapping her fingers as if remembering something. “Knox told me to tell you drinks are on the house tonight for the both of you.
As Vix turns back around and starts to grab the bourbon off the bottom shelf, Ricky immediately protests.
“Um, hello, if this is free, we will take top shelf, please.”
Vix turns to glare at Ricky and continues to get the original bourbon before pouring it into the glass.
Ricky stands there, dumbfounded, and pouts as Vix sets our drinks on the bar.
“Can’t blame a man for trying.” Ricky shrugs, downing his bourbon in one gulp, and then he taps the bar.
Vix just laughs and pours him another.
I look devilishly at Vix, never breaking eye contact as I wrap my lips on the straw in my Jack and Coke, and in three long pulls, I empty the glass.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Ricky says, smacking the bar and startling me.
