Angels in Leather
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Now the need is intense.
I need to make someone pay for what happened. And the urge to make that person her is stronger than I am.
“She doesn’t trust me, and I don’t trust her,” I say, reaching into my pocket and pulling out a cigarette. “The only way to get her now is force.”
“And you’re willing to use that kind of force, even for a girl who used to mean something to you?” Cobra says wearily, with his brow arched.
“Fuckin’ oath I am.”
~*~*~*~
MEADOW
Later that afternoon once I’ve woken from my nap, I set off down the street. I need to find a job, and bars are the best place to look, so that’s where I’ll go first. They’re often looking for girls to serve, and they’re always good for cash jobs.
The first bar I come across is only two blocks from my hotel, and is quite flashy. I grip the door handle and step inside, staring around at the impressive space.
It’s got large wooden booths running along two of the walls. A bar runs along the front, and in the middle of the room there are a few pool tables, a jukebox, and some space for a dance floor. I walk over to the bar, and take a stool, waiting for the younger man who is serving to notice me. When he does, he turns and flashes me a dazzling smile.
“Can I help you?” he says, as he stops in front of me.
He’s a handsome man, with light brown hair, big brown eyes, and a chiseled face. His body is tall but extremely muscled, and he boasts some impressive tattoos. He has a ring through his lip, and one in his eyebrow. He has that bad-boy look, only his eyes are gentle.
“I was wondering if you happened to have any fill-in work going? I’m in town for a little bit, and I need a job to get me by.”
He nods, smiling again. “You’re in luck. I just fired my last girl yesterday.”
“Y-y-you’re the boss?” I say, shocked. He’s so young.
He chuckles. “Call me an overachiever.”
I smile. I can’t help it.
“My name is Colt, and you are?”
“I’m...Meadow.”
He raises a brow. “Interesting name.”
“Thanks, you can blame my parents for that.” I flush.
He grins at me. “So, Meadow, have you worked in a bar before?”
“Yes, many times.”
“You want to tell me the reason you’re jumping from bar to bar?” he asks, lifting a glass and wiping it.
“I’m actually travelling,” I say, and am surprised by how easily the lie slipped from my mouth. “So I’m usually only in one place for a few days to a week at a time.”
He grins. “Good plan. I did that when I was twenty.”
I feel my body relax. I like Colt. He’s got a gentle, warm feeling about him.
“Oh, how’d that turn out for you?”
“I got a chick knocked up, nearly married her out of guilt, got into at least four fights, and lost about ten kilos from eating bad food. I’d say a successful trip, yeah?” He winks.
I chuckle. “Well, I’ll make sure to check everything I eat.”
His smile widens, and he leans down and presses a button, starting a dishwasher.
“So, you said you have something?” I add, hesitantly. I don’t want to sound pushy, but I only have a few hours.
He nods. “I have shifts I need filled for the next three to five days. They’re from about lunchtime until midnight, can you cope with that?”
I shrug. “I like late nights.”
“Then we’ll get along just fine. It’s a quiet enough bar, but we do get our busy times. You’ll be okay.”
“When can I start?” I say, almost too eagerly.
“Now, if you’d like? I’ll just get some information from you, and then I’ll show you the ropes. It’s just you and I on tonight.”
“That’s fine with me.” I smile.
“Okay, well, come out back and we’ll get you some paperwork and a uniform.”
An hour later, and I’m dressed in a black top, and black pants, and my hair is tied up above my head. Colt is updates me on pouring drinks, and so far I’ve not spilled anything. The customers have started coming in, and I feel like I’m flowing quite well, serving them quickly.
“You’re a natural,” Colt says from beside me as I pop the top on a beer.
“I’ve done it a bit,” I admit with a sheepish smile.
“Nothing to be ashamed of. Bar bitches are hot.”
I laugh, and continue serving.
“Well hello there, lassie.” A husky voice comes from in front of me. I look up and see an older man, smiling over at me. He has beautiful sky-blue eyes, and a charming smile. “You’re new.”
“I am.” I beam.
“The name is Old Jon, and I’m Colt’s father.”
I smile, and turn to see Colt rolling his eyes. “Well, he’s a lucky man, then. What can I get you, Old Jon?”
“I like this one, Colt,” Jon yells. “She’s got them real good manners.”
“Noted, Pops,” Colt yells with a laugh.
“Now, about that drink. Colt says I have too many, so I’m limitin’ myself to beer.”
Giggling for the first time in a long while, I hand Jon a beer.
“So where’d he pick up a pretty one like you? All the others are dragons.”
I laugh loudly, and shake my head, waving my hand. “I’m only here for a few days.”