Evie: A box of goodies you say…
Josie: Please don’t encourage him, at least not right now lol go have fun
Evie: *kissy emoji*
Monty: But not too much fun because we aren’t there.
“Can I get you another one, honey?” A smooth voice pulls me away from my screen. My eyes connect with the bartender. His long blond hair slicked back on his head meticulously, but still giving a vibe ofI just ran my hands through it. His light blue eyes remind me of ice as he nods his head toward my empty glass.
“Yes, please.” I reply, passing along my empty cup to the very good looking bartender.
“Coming right up.” He gives me a quick wink before turning to Harper, “What about you?” He asks. Harper just looks at him and nods her head. With a smile in acknowledgment he turns and starts to mix our drinks.
This guy is yummy. His black slacks fit his legs and curve perfectly over his ass. Paired with a black dress shirt that stretches across his shoulders and arms. His sleeves are rolled up leaving his bare forearms on display as they flex with every move he makes as he mixes my drink. What I can’t take my eye off of though? The way he looks in the male corset as it’s cinched together. The mixture of black and maroon, snug tight to his torso.
Harper's eyes connect with mine and she mouths “ohmygod”. I give her a look that saysI know, right?Before we both look back over at the man in question.
Whoever created corsets made for men deserves an award. The bartender looks almost natural, as he works his way across the bar. He appears before me with a fresh glass, placing it before me, then tips the shaker to fill my glass.
“You’re way too good at that.” I comment, bringing the cup to my lips and moaning at my first sip. “These drinks should come with a warning label.”
A humored glint shines in his eyes as he leans onto the bar in front of me. “It’s nothing really, anyone can make a good drink.”
“But no one looks as good as you do making them.” comes from behind me before the seat beside me is taken. “You have to admit my guy right here is a natural behind the bar.” The guy beside us says.
My guy. Oh great! We just checked out this guy’s partner. I straighten myself and look to the seat beside me that is now occupied. “I’m so sorry, we didn’t mean…”
The guy next to me throws his head back and laughs, and the sound is so soothing. His mullet length hair falls back in layers, auburn reds sway as he shakes his head. “Oh sweetie, he is not my man. He couldn’t handle me.”
“Oh please.” chuckles the blond bartender. “You know Stacey would murder you if she heard you say that.”
“Oh Stacey can bite me. She’s a bitch and I honestly don’t know how you put up with her, Kieran.” He snaps back.
“Okay, okay. Cool it, Mikah.” The blond, who I now know as Kieran, sternly looks at him. “Especially not in front of paying guests.”
I hold up my hands in defense, “Oh no, don’t mind me. I always like a good show. Now tell me about this Stacey.”
Mikah rolls his eyes before he turns on his stool to face me. “I’m sorry sweetie, I don’t normally get so worked up unless that witch's nameis involved.”
“Mikah–” Kieran starts.
“Yes,yes. I know. Cool it.” He shakes his head. “Anyways, I’m Mikah. I go by the pronouns they/them.” He smiles and shoots out his hand. I reach forward and my hand connects with theirs. Their grip is warm and firm. I can already tell that we are going to get along well.
“Evie. She/her. It’s so nice to meet you.”
“I’m Harper.” Harper holds out her hand and shakes theirs next. “Also She/Her.”
We spend the next half hour talking and getting to know each other. I’m thankful for this accidental meeting. I couldn’t have asked for a better way to spend my birthday than to make two new friends. Mikah and I exchange numbers with the promise to go out for drinks some time. They promised dancing and tequila. Two of my favorite things when I go out for a night of fun.
A snort leaves me as Mikah tells me another story about how an art class went wrong. They’re about to continue when the kitchen door swings open and this big burly looking man comes out with a plate of food in his hand. In a deep maroon chef’s coat he walks through the bar and places a plate of pulled pork wonton tacos before Mikah. Once the plate is delivered the chef nods his head and circles back toward the kitchen doors.
A groan of appreciation leaves them before shouting at the burly man. “Thanks chef daddy!” They take their time as they elongate the last syllable of the word. The burly man just flips them off before disappearing back into the kitchen.
Kieran is wiping off the bar top as he shakes his head with laughter. “Mikah, you know he hates when you use his kitchen nickname out in public like that.” I notice a slight pink tint that turns on Kieran’s cheek as he busies himself. It’s an interesting little tidbit I keep to myself. I don’t know these two enough, and I don’t want to seem like a nosey bitch.
“Oh my sweet Kieran.” They mumble between bites of taco. “Mr. grumpy Gus can’t stay mad at me– I know too much.” There is a mischievous glint in their eyes that makes Kieran’s skin flush with a deep shadeof red. He mumbles something to himself about restocking the limes, before he takes off into the kitchen.
My eyes bounce between Mikah who is engrossed in their meal, and the swinging door that Kieran just ran through. I look over to my best friend, who is already giving me the look that states wewillbe talking about this later. I can’t wait to hear what she thinks about that dynamic.
