Running side by side with her squadron, her breath came easily where most would be breathing much heavier, even though they were in tip-top condition. Chanting the cadence along with them as they neared the start line from earlier, she prepared to call them to heel as they drew closer and closer. Calling the order, she let them fall out of formation as the run was what they always ended P.T with. It was a tradition, somewhat, to go out every Friday after they finished their team workout, so as they headed back to the main gym, they discussed which bar they'd choose to present themselves to this week.
"Why not head over towards B-Novas?"
"Awww, Vargas, you just wanna see if those twins are there again. You're so adorable." She piped up, patting his shoulder as they obligatory ragging session began from the other guys. "I like B-Novas though, we can go there again, definitely."
"Aww, LC, you just wanna flirt with those cute little bartenders again." She'd never understand why they always assumed she was a lesbian but since it kept them from hitting on her, she'd hold her tongue and let them think what they wanted. Yes, sometimes she fed into their thoughts but it was because she was a young, attractive woman that she knew they'd go for it they thought she was anything other than a lesbian.
"Oh absolutely, they're funny though!" And she meant it, the girls had been funny but she hadn't been flirting, though the guy's definition of flirting was severely askew in her opinion. But who had really caught her attention was the man who had popped out of an office to check on his tenders before disappearing back into his man-cave. His smile was very warm when he talked to the bartenders and the one time he had laughed, his eyes had lit up as if a blue-flamed bonfire had been sparked within their sky blue depths.
When they were all cleaned up and back in their off duty fatigues, they checked out at the front gate and headed into town. Mya was the only one lucky enough to find a decent parking spot so instead of waiting outside she headed into the bar and surveyed the room before choosing a corner booth close to what had to be the office. Sliding in, she rested back against the seat while she waited for the guys. Taking the blue camo jacket off, she laid it behind her and smiled when her team marched through the door a few moments later. Lifting her hand, she rubbed the back of her neck with her free hand and laid the other along the back of the booth. Laughing as they all piled in around her, she looked up as a waitress followed them over. Ordering the first round on her, she sat back and listened to them banter back and forth, occasionally joining in as she nursed her beer.
"Hey guys, just checkin' on ya'll personally. Is there anything I can get you guys? Oh...and for the lovely lady, I apologize sweetheart."
"No, you're fine. A round of shots on Vargas over here, he'll need it if his two twin friends don't show up soon."
This drew a laugh from him and she found herself smiling a little brighter than usual though no one noticed as they started picking on Vargas once more. "I'll get that round out her for ya then, I'll be right back." He tapped the edge of the table before heading off to the bar once more. Nudging the guys on her left, she excused herself to go to the bathroom, leaving the men to their own devices though she was sure that meant sizing up all the women in the entire bar. On her way out, she finished drying her palms against the thighs of her fatigues and as she pushed the door open slowly, it hit something and a few seconds later she heard the shatter of glasses and the strength of a curse. "Fucking shit."
Peeking around the side of the door, she frowned as she saw him knelt down as he pulled a towel from his back pocket. Moving across from him, she knelt down and started picking the glass up to set it on the tray. When he tried to protest, she gave him a firm glance and kept cleaning it up, after all, she was the one who caused the whole debacle. Picking the tray up, she took it to the bar and set it down on the end of it. Hearing him stand, she smiled and slid onto a stool as he moved to stand across from her on the other side of the bar. "Thanks miss..."
"No miss, it's just Mya but don't let the boys hear that, I'll never hear the end of it."
"Yeah, they seem like the razzling type."
"Oh yeah. How much do I owe you for the glasses and waste tequila?"
"Oh, nah. It's fine, you don't have to. I have a lot of glasses, more than I'll ever use."
"Well, then I guess you'll just be getting a hefty tip. And don't you even complain, that's an order." She cracked a smile and reached over the bar to grab a shot glass, leaning against the bar top to do so. Hearing a cat call behind her, she shot a glare at the boys. "If you're gunna mock a dying cat, feel free to go outside. I'm sure there's some alley-cats out back for you to sing with."
"Ooo touchy-touchy, LC."
"Shut it, Garcia."
"Yes Sir!" A laugh escaped them and she rolled her eyes as she turned back to the bar.
"Anyways, you know my name...but I don't know yours."
"Oh, Aleksandr. It's nice to meet you Mya, officially."
"Likewise. So, since I'm here and you're right there, you think I can get a vodka cranberry with a shot of green apple on the side?"
"Course you can but it's on the house and that's an order." He gave her a wink before turning to fix her requests, leaving her with a cheeky little grin on her full lips as he presented her with a perfect view of his backside. Admiring not only the lower part of his body, the strength of his shoulders would have been enough to make her mouth water if he'd been shirtless, though she was pretty sure everything about him would make her mouth water once uncovered; not that she'd get the chance, she wasn't that lucky in her personal life. Perking a brow up when he set four glasses in front of her, she looked up at him quizzically for a moment until he picked up one of the glasses for himself.
"Thought tenders weren't allowed to drink the merchandise?"
"Well, I'm not a regular bartender. I own the joint, princess, I can have a drink whenever I want."
"Princess, huh? What makes you bold enough to dare to use that one on a girl like me?"
He leaned closer over the bar, his glass dangling between them by his thumb and forefinger. Picking her glass up, she mimicked his pose and smirked when it put them only a few inches apart.
"Because beneath that touch, badass exterior you know you deserve to be treated like one. A princess, I mean. Even with your hair pulled and slicked back...you're gorgeous."
"I'd love to know how many drinks you've had tonight, Mr. Aleksandr."
He downed the glass of vodka and followed it up with the shot of green apple flavoring, smirking as it went down with a harshness he didn't expect. "Only one, Miss Mya. Scouts honor."