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Rhiannon gave a deep sigh as she wiped down the tables of the bar. It was late. She was tired but here she was, for better or worse. She neither liked nor disliked her job as a waitress at Port of Call, it was a job and it was how she made her living. That was all she could say.
It had been a busy night. Rhiannon had looked enviously at all the couples who had spent the night in the bar. It had been too long since she had a relationship. Rhiannon wanted a love of her own. Someone to be with and confide in. She wanted someone to snuggle up with on cold nights. Still, as she looked around Rhiannon was glad that the night was winding down. Now she could go home, have a hot bath, dinner and some sleep.
She was wiping the tables down. The bell to the bar rang. "We're closed." she said to the man who had just walked in.
"My name's Eammon. I just got into Sheep's Cove. I've been traveling by myself for a long time. It's cold out there tonight, below zero. I know you're closing but I could use a whiskey, if you have any. It would be a lot to me." stated the man. He brushed the snow off his hair and rubbed his hands together.
Rhiannon looked at him in disappointment. She was supposed to be closing the bar. It was past midnight. She was tired. She was hungry. But, a customer was a customer. A small part of her, said to be nice to this stranger, he was cold and hungry. Rhiannon's mother had always told her that a stranger is just a friend you haven't met.
"Fine. I'll get you a whiskey. Sit." said Rhiannon exasperatedly as she rolled her eyes. She didn't mean her voice to be so brisk. But, she just wanted to be home in her bed. She poured Eammon a whiskey.
"Sit with me, woman. If you've got nothing better to do. I'd like to warm up. You look like you could use some relaxation too. Why don't you pour yourself a shot and sit down besides me?" stated the man. He patted the bar stool besides him.
Rhiannon tried to keep her professionalism. But, her frustrated look must have given her away. The man was just sitting at the bar taking his time drinking his whiskey. Didn't he know it was past closing time?
"Why don't you just say what it's so hard you're trying not to say?" stated Eammon. He had been away from the mortal world and his pack a long time. He didn't know what had called him into this small town tonight. Eammon wouldn't admit it to himself but he just wanted to be with someone. Anyone, even if it was a mortal. The more he looked at Rhiannon, Eammon supposed he was lucky. He was drinking whiskey with a woman, who's long hair was the color of whiskey and her eyes were flashing an angry sea green.
"It's late! It's past midnight! I'm tired and I still have to walk home! I haven't eaten all day. Here you are just malingering." Rhiannon yelled at him.
"Ok, ok, settle down woman. I can see you're upset. I just want you to join me and talk for awhile. I'm going to be in Sheep's Cove for a few days. I thought it would be nice to spend some time with a new friend. You seem nice and I'd like that to be you. I'm sorry it's late and you're tired. Sit down, relax, I'll help you out." said Eammon as he came around the bar.
Rhiannon was about to object. She was just so tired. Rhiannon figured "fuck it", so she sat down. She watched Eammon make his way around to the bar's kitchen. She watched him as he put on a pot of coffee.
"You have some Stouffer's Chicken pot pies in the fridges back here. They're always good to eat in cold weather. How about I cook you one of those?" yelled Eammon from the back.
Rhiannon was starving. She also wanted to get rid of this man ASAP.
"Fine! whatever!" she yelled back. Although, her anger was ebbing.
The man came back into the main room. He sat a steaming cup of coffee in front of her. "Here you go. I had to guess but I went with one cream and one sugar. It's decaf. You said you had to get to bed."
"Uhmm, right...bed." stated Rhiannon. This was the first time she'd gotten a good look at the man. He was older than her but still very handsome. He had grey hair mixed in with fading amber. His blue eyes sparkled at her and he winked. The wink threw her off guard.
"So tell me about yourself." the man questioned.
Rhiannon led a very private life. She usually kept to herself and didn't talk, especially to strangers. She didn't know why she was talking to this man. An innate Part of her knew she could trust him.
"Not much to say. I went to high school here. I didn't have enough money to go to college. So I got a job here at this bar. I've been working here ever since." stated Rhiannon, blushing a deep red. She was more than a little embarrassed. She hadn't gone to college. She was just a waitress in a crummy bar in a small seaside town. Rhiannon was just a little person. There was nothing special about her.