Beginnings

"You don't have to tell me," Kelly, one of the dancers, concurred, "I'm gonna make shit for tips tonight."

"I'm right there with -- oh good GOD! Check out the guy that just walked in."

"Holy shit! He's HOT!"

"I tell you what, I'd throw that down!" Siobhan teased, knowing full well that she was full of shit. Yes, this man was insanely attractive and she could certainly talk a good game. She just didn't have the guts to back it up, especially not with someone that looked like him. She wouldn't be able to take that rejection. Again.

The topic of their conversation rivaled Adonis himself. He was tall, with jet black hair and these piercing cobalt-blue eyes. His skin tone was akin to a golden caramel. "Italian? Native American?" Siobhan thought to herself. He was standing at a break in the bar so she could take in all of him. His chinos were black and tight in all the right places and he wore with them a turquoise blue silk shirt that had the first button undone to reveal a patch of thick black hair. She was rushed with this overwhelming urge to run her fingers through it and she fought off the rising blush at the thoughts this man inspired.

"So, go get him!" Kelly taunted, snapping Siobhan out of her self-pity party.

"What? Me? Wha - no ... him?! ... no way. He'd never go for me." she admitted, her voice a mere whisper.

"And why not?! You're gorgeous; and, hey, he looks like he needs a drink and guess who's the only bartender on tonight?! That's right, you. Now, go!"

She couldn't take her eyes off of him and it actually took her a few moments to stop her legs from shaking; yet, her heart continued to beat wildly in her chest as she approached him.

As she neared, he was putting his Marlboro Red's and Zippo lighter on the bar next to his keys, money and cell phone. He wa removing his thick, black leather biker jacket, to place it on the barstool, when he looked up and their eyes met. If his eyes were teeth, he would've devoured her right then and there.

He looked completely pissed and Siobhan's gut screamed that this man was dangerous ... dangerously passionate.

"Hi. What can I get ya?" ("Wow. I actually got that out without fucking it up.") she thought to herself, relieved that she didn't embarass herself.

"Coors Original and a double shot of Cuervo." He stated, sternly.

A slight tremor of fear shook her at the tone in his voice and she didn't know what she was more afraid of, giving him the drink, or not giving him the drink as he seemed like he might be in the mood to crack a skull or two and she didn't need that. She decided to investigate his mood a little further before serving him.

She managed a wide smile, to let him know she was joking around with him. (Even though she really wasn't. She just didn't think it'd be a good idea to give this man attitude.)

"Are you gonna beat someone down if I give you the shot and beer?"

"What?" he asked, his face softening to show his confusion.

Still keeping up the playful tone, she continued, "Well, you look pretty pissed off. Are you going to beat someone up if I give you your drinks?"

He looked at her, processing the words in his head and then he broke out into a captivating smile; and, in that moment, Siobhan knew that he would give her no trouble ... and that she'd give this man any damn thing he wanted ...

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