A Night Out 116

In the tavern behind a well-kept bar stood a woman. Lithe and slender, beautiful and blonde. Hair loose except a few small braids. Her blue eyes are electric under the lights from above. I moved slowly through the crowd and stood at the oak counter, and waited.

The woman moved quickly, from one order to the next. She never stopped. Yet every customer left satisfied with custom drink or beer in hand. She was intoxicating to behold.

"What can I get you?" She asked the college-aged man before me.

"Your number and hot night at my place." He replied. I frowned, chargrinned. That was a terrible line. One I am sure she was used to.

"Anything from the menu or drink list?" She deflected expertly. He ordered and then did not move on. She waited and finally he tried again.

"Seriously, babe. What time are you off?" The bartender frowned.

"Sorry, I don't date customers and I have a boyfriend, next please." She called

Stepping around the man, I smiled at her. Being older and undoubtedly more mature, I hoped he got the not so subtle hint. I doubted he would, though.

"Hello, Miss. Can I get a scotch on the rocks?" I said, requesting politely. She nodded and moved to the shelf that bore the weight of many bottles.

"Yo, old guy. I was standing there. You're messing up my game." The kid, probably a rich man's son, complained.

"Then try a new one," I answer and laugh.

"A new one what?" He growled.

"A new game, one you might be better at. Looks to me like you're a novice playing on expert level in a game you've never won," I reply cordially. The young lady behind the bar stifled her snicker.

"Hey, fuck you man!" The punk says in reply. I turn, saying nothing, but look at him with my eyes sternly. My eyes scream menace and that I'll broker no nonsense. He moves forward and then pauses, changing his mind.

"Asshole," he murmurs and walks away mumbling "stuck up bitch isn't worth it anyway." I shrug and turn back around.

"Sorry, miss. I am sure you get jerks like that often. I could not help but intervene on your behalf and your boyfriends," I say as she hands me a glass.

"Who?" She asks and I smile.

"Your boyfriend, the one who keeps most jerks like that at bay, one would hope." Her blush reveals the lie.

"Oh, I'm single, just not when assholes ask," her smile is inviting and I want to ask more but the line is long. Instead I find an open seat, sip, and listen to the music.

Eventually she comes around again and steals my glass, asking if I would like another. I nod.

"Name's Jack, I missed yours," I say smiling. She returns with another scotch, a fresh glass and ice.

"Rach," she pauses "I mean Roxy. Sorry, usually don't give customers my real name." She amends

"Well Rachel, I mean Roxy, I can understand that. Safety and a layer of protection, well warranted. I am sure." I say smiling.

"It's weirs that I told you. I don't ever do that." She says berating herself.

"Darling, that will be our little secret," I assure her. "I guess I should tell you, my name isn't really Jack. I do the same. It's Sam."

"Our little secret then," she whispers conspiratorially. I'd stay and chat but I need to check other costumers." She apologizes.

I catch her looking back at me a few times and shoot her a smile. She is absolutely gorgeous and find my eyes roving her tight slight frame. Perky breast and a great ass. A woman almost half my age if my guess is right, but damn if I am not enchanted

"Hey! Sweetheart. Over here. I need another." The guy from earlier calls. She grabs him another drink and sets it down. "So what about it?"

"What?" She asks distracted by her duties.

"You want to come home tonight and see what a real man's like?" He sneers. I can tell he is deep in his drink. I bristle but I resist the urge to interfere. She probably d3als with his ilk daily.

"Hey! Sweetheart. Over here. I need another." The guy from earlier calls. She grabs him another drink and sets it down. "So what about it?"

"What?" She asks distracted by her duties.

"You want to come home tonight and see what a real man's like?" He sneers. I can tell he is deep in his drink. I bristle but I resist the urge to interfere. She probably d3als with his ilk daily.

"Sorry, I told you, I have a boyfriend." She says maintaining a politeness that is admiring.

"Yea, but it's not like you're married. Come on. Bet you've never been fucked like I would." He argues. At this statement I can't resist.

"By that do you mean date raped? Leave the woman alone. I'm sure she doesn't want to be hit on at work. How about I buy your drink and you just go back to your fri3nds and enjoy the night?" I offer

"How about you fuck off and m8nd your business pops," he replies and flicks me the bird. Roxy steps back and gives the bouncer on staff a signal. I catch it and nod. The drunk kids misses it.

The kid looks back at Roxy and tries again displaying his best smile. "Ya know, I am on the college team. Scholarship and all. Bet your boyfriend isn't."

"Does that really work with the girls you know?" Roxy asks. "Come on dude, don't be a jerk."

"Fuck you then. I'd probably catch something anyway. Bar slut,' the kid curses, leaning in.

"Now see that's just rude," I say standing up. Roxy shakes her head at me and I pause. "Sorry Miss but, there 8s really no needfor that. A man stood be able to no for an answer and rejection with some grace."

The kid jerks away from Rick and throws a punch. A lucky punch, cause Rick stumbles back. Quick as a flash I react. I want to knock this jerks lights out.

Instead I grab his a4m as he winds back. Using a arm lock I turn, bringing him around, and kneel down. The kid follows, off balance. I pin him to the ground. People move away from us. Rick is back up and shoves me away. I put my hands up and uncalled my fists. Rick grabs the kid.

"Sorry," Rick grunts and takes the kid towards the door.

"Sam!" Roxy exclaims "thanks but you can't do that."

"Sorry. I didn't want him to go at the staff again." I grab my seat and drink. Roxy nods but then shakes her head. I turn to see Rick is back.

"Sorry, but you got to go too. Policy, no fighting. I appreciate the help but I have to escort you out too."

I nod, understanding. "Well Miss Roxy, it was good meeting you." I follow Rick out.

"Hey Sam, " I turn to see Roxy has ran out too. She passes me my card and the receipt. On it is her number. She sees my ring on my left hand as zi take the paper. She hesitates then finishes. "Ummm thanks again." I just wink at her and smile.