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Raine
"Two more, please," I shout over to Crow, my buddy and the bartender of this joint, placing my hand down on top of the sticky bar top. This place is busier than normal tonight, and Crow hasn't slowed down for even a second. I came to keep him company, but now I'm the one who's in need of a little company.
"I'm getting a little tipsy," Blondie whispers in my ear. "One more beer might push me over the edge." She giggles while drawing her fingertips in small circles on the upper inseam of my worn jeans.Damn.
I'm about to cancel the last round, ready to get the hell out of here with this nameless chick when I hear a storm of laughter rush in through the front door.What the hell is this?
A group of girls prances in, all looking like they just walked out of a hair salon, and wearing itty bitty pieces of fabric that barely passes as clothing, even in this place. Half of them are waving off the thick smoke assaulting their made-up faces, and the other half are second-guessing their decision to walk in any further. These chicks do not belong here. They must be in a sorority, and this is either a bet or they're stupid as shit—maybe both. We see this once in a while—it's the only time the girls from Cascade sleaze into our little town of Sutter.
I watch the entertainment as most of them lean up against the bar, laying their goods out on display for Crow. I'm guessing they're underage and using their tits for drinks. They picked the right place for that since Crow can be paid in breasts.He does not have the worst job in the world.
I do, though. It's either mowing lawns or starving. The options aren’t great but this is how my life has unfolded.
Taking a long pull on my beer, hoping to wash down my self-pity, I notice one of the chicks didn't join the others; instead, she's got her back up against the wall, looking around as if she's a mouse in a lion's den, which she pretty much is. It's clear all the other chicks believe the attention is on them, but I'm sure everyone has their eyes set on sweet cheeks. She's got the whole innocent farmer’s daughter look going on with her little cutoff shorts and a plaid button-down shirt tied snugly above her belly button. Things aren't going to end well for her tonight; I can already predict that. Stupid girl.
Irritated by ignorance, I do my best to forget about what could happen to the mousy chick and redirect my attention back to the void-filling blonde who has removed her hand from my thigh. "I gotta get going, baby." She touches her lips to my cheek and looks down at my cock as if she knows how needy it is for attention. “Maybe some other time," she says, pressing her fingernails into my shoulder.
Just as she stands up from the bar stool, Crow slams my two beers down in front of me. Ah well, more for me. The second Blondie's out the door, my interest in, and irritation for the mouse-girl returns.
I look back at the chick with the coppery hair, eyes the size of dimes and candy-red lips that make everything inside of me ache. I can't make out much else with how smoky it is in here, but I hear what the guys beside me are saying and—I'm going to regret this. College girls are never a good idea—they get attached and shit. In any case, I stand up, taking the few steps over to her, while she does her best to ignore me stalking in her direction.
Generally, chicks approach me while I'm here, but that’s because I make little effort to offer them any attention. However, for some senseless reason, I feel compelled to save this stupid chick from getting gangbanged tonight. Walking right up to the girl, I don’t hesitate before speaking my mind. “You know, you shouldn't be in here." As the words come out of my mouth, I realize I know her. "Dammit. What the hell are you doing here, Haven?"
In response, a snarl tugs at her lips, and it’s obvious my comment offends her. "Raine?" she questions. “I—I didn’t know you’d—you were going to be here.” She straightens her posture, standing taller as if she were trying to grow more confident by the second.
“Well, since there's only one bar between our two towns and there's not much else to do, you shouldn’t be surprised to find people here from this area. I’m sure you already know that.”
“Right. That’s exactly why I’m here.” It’s obvious she’s trying to seem unfazed by what I’m saying as she presses up on her toes and glances over my shoulder like she’s looking for someone. Her friends are all lined up behind her at the bar, and I’m not sure who else she’d know in here. “I guess there’s nothing to do in this place either.” I think she’s trying to sound bored, which again, makes me wonder what would make Haven and her high-class friends believe this place is a good idea. It definitely isn’t the spray-painted brick walls on the outside of this joint, and the thirty Harleys parked out front certainly aren't advertising some kind of expensive shoe sale. They had to know that they were walking into a trashy bar full of bikers.
“Don’t you have a tea party or a masquerade ball to attend tonight?” I can’t help my sly smile that follows the question. It’s just too easy.
“Don't be an ass.” She smirks, rolling her eyes as she looks back over at her friends. Yeah, she’s too good for me—at least, that’s what she would like her friends to think.
I should let this chick learn a thing or two tonight. After all, there is a life lesson to be learned about walking into a bar like this, looking the way she does. She’s asking for trouble, and I think she knows it. "You know you're too young to be in here," I say, as if it isn’t obvious.
Haven’s friend shoves a plastic cup filled with some fruity, chick drink into her face and her fingers tighten around the plastic as she spills some of the liquid over the side. "Who cares, Raine,” she shouts at me. “It's my eighteenth birthday, and we’re at a dirty bar. What other way is there to celebrate?"
"Yeah, maybe no one informed you, but eighteen isn't the legal drinking age in this town, or the rest of the country for that matter." Regardless of how dumb she’s being, I hold my beer up and tap it against her cup. "Happy Birthday, though."
A slight smile presses across her red-tinted lips as she swallows most of her drink within a few gulps. Even though she's only eighteen, itisher birthday, and God knows I was drinking at that age. "Can I buy you another?" I ask, knowing that I will probably regret it.
She looks like she's thinking about it, pondering the stupid idea of getting plastered before heading home to her parents. Her father is the mayor of the shitty town next door, but it doesn’t come as a surprise when she bites the bait. "Sure, yeah, another Malibu with pineapple would be good." There's a slur stringing her words together, and she's moving in closer to me as we wait for Crow to bring over the next round. With her less than a few inches away, I can’t help noticing how the smell of stale smoke is now masked by a flowery scent emanating from her hair. It’s intoxicating.
"You're kinda hot," she says, loud enough to be heard over the roaring music—loud enough that several people around us turn to see who the hell would be talking like that inthisbar.
"Oh yeah?" I grin, finding humor in watching the pinkness of her freckled cheeks turn red. "And you’re cute as a button." I press my finger to her nose, hoping to get more of a rise out of her.
"Why do you say that?" She hands me her empty cup and unclasps the top two buttons of her shirt, enhancing her perky breasts. "Is this better? Does this make me a little less cute?" With the rising volume of cheers and hooting laughter, I have an urge to cover her back up and drag her out of here. She doesn’t realize the type of attention she’s attracting,in addition to mine.
Instead, I dip my free hand into my pocket, holding down my out-of-control cock. "Look, if you were walking around this place naked, you'd still be too cute to be in here. It's not an insult."
She clasps her buttons back together just as Crow places the new drinks down on top of the bar. Without delay, Haven reaches her arm out past me and grabs one of the drinks. She wraps her lips around the straw and takes a long sip while glancing back up at me with her beautiful doe-like eyes. I’d love to know what’s going through her mind right now.
A long minute passes before she takes a breather and pulls the straw from her mouth. "After this drink, do you want to get some air?"Air as in, seclude ourselves in the dark parking lot in front of the bar?I can assume she plans to torture me until I cave, and I can't cave. Not with the mayor's daughter of all people.
"What about your friends?" I ask her before twisting around to see them flirting with Crow.
