Emma smiled brightly as she counted to ten in her mind, shimmying past the guy trying to block her path to the bar. "Two Coors, Jim, with chasers." She shouted over the blaring disco beat.
   Nodding, Jim's hand disappeared beneath the countertop and reappeared uncapping bottles then quickly pouring amber liquid in shot glasses. "They got everything they need?" He shouted as he started filling another order from another waitress.
   Balancing the drink-laden tray, Emma nodded absently. "Yeah." Giving her answer as she was walked away. Both knowing they didn't care what she said anyway.
   Blowing a loose strand of hair from her face, Emma unloaded her tray and looked around to see if there were anymore drunken or soon-to-be drunken customers waiting.
   Nearly weak with relief, she was about to take her cigarette break when she spotted someone slide into a small booth out of the corner of her eye.
   She'd groaned aloud, but the music drowned it out.
   Putting on her mask, Emma smiled brightly and headed their way. Careful to keep her body lax and boneless, she stepped lightly and was able to move easily between the drinkers and dancers.
   "Hi!" She screamed as she stepped up and placed her tray on top of the black tabletop. "What can I get ya?"
   Raising her eyes from the notepad she just took out, Emma nearly gaped but laughed and grinned instead. "So what brings you to a sinning lair, Isaac?"
   Isaac returned her smile, "Trying to find a few devils." He answered smoothly, tilting his head back slightly as he took in her mini skirt and tank top.
   Laughing, Emma shook her head. "You'll definitely find a lot here then." She remarked, her eyes roaming around the room. "This is the place for that."
   Returning her gaze to his face she smiled again. "What can I get you?"
   His smile turned mischievous. "What are you offering?"
   Knowing what he meant, Emma laughed again. "We serve a nice alcoholic variety." She winked, "and a non-alcoholic one as well. May I see your I.D.?"
   Isaac wrinkled his nose, "Not twenty one yet." He grinned suddenly; "may I see your I.D."
   Starting to move away, Emma grinned.
   Moments later she returned with a bottle of water, "Drink up, baby." She laughed gleefully. "Hope it's worth the five bucks."
   Chuckling himself, Isaac removed a five-dollar bill from his wallet and stuffed a ten into the tiny apron around her waist. "For the manual labor." He announced, smiling once more.
   Nodding, Emma pressed a quick kiss to his lips before walking away again. She walked into the back, and out the side door, hoping the cool air would calm her feverish body. Not since her first couple of conquests had she ever felt nervous or uncomfortable around any guy she ever played like she was with Isaac.
   Drawing on a cigarette, she suddenly had the bad feeling that she was out of her league with him.