The Barbarians' Lover

Chapter 15

Sawyer watched as Willow marched into the bar. He was impressed with her confidence. Not many women would willingly go drinking with him. But here was Willow, 21, and never had any alcohol. Following behind her he watched her stop dead in her tracks as soon as she entered the bar.

"This way, kitten," Sawyer said.

Placing a hand on her back Sawyer led Willow to the counter. Not many people sat by the counter. Taking a seat the two waiting for the bartender.

"What can I get for the two of you?" The bartender asked standing in front of them.

"I'll have a blue eyes," Sawyer said.

"And for you miss?" The bartender turned to Willow, who looked confused.

"She'll have a Royal Arrival," Sawyer answered for her.

"Ah, first time," the bartender noted preparing their drinks.

Willow sat there quietly. Trying to figure out what Sawyer just ordered for her.

"So what's the occasion?" The bartender asked placing the drinks in front of them.

"Oh I just turned 21 today and my friend here thought I should have a drink to celebrate," Willow answered.

"Ahh, so April 3 is your birthday too," the bartender asked.

"You know someone else whose birthday is today?" Willow asked.

"Yes, me daughter would be six today," the bartender said a look of sorrow washed over him.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Sawyer said," if you don't mind me asking, but how did she die?"

"Oh, it was some pirates that killed her," the bartender said sadly.

Willow sat stiffly at what the man told them. He must not have noticed and walked off to serve another customer.

"Act normal, Kitten," Sawyer whispered in her ear," if they know who we are it'll be trouble."

She looked over at him. Confusion and shock in her eyes.

"What do you mean by that?" Willow asked in a hushed tone.

Sawyer took a drink of his blue eyes before answering Willow," kitten, I'm the barbarian, and you're a missing princess."

"So?" Willow asked finally taking a sip of her drink.

"So, I'm wanted almost everywhere dead, and you're wanted alive with fliers everywhere," Sawyer said," that means if someone finds out I'll be 'killed' and you'll be taken back to your castle."

He watched her take another sip of her drink wrinkling her face in disgust.

"It's better not to sip your drink," Sawyer said, "you don't have a taste for alcohol yet."

"Is that why this is disgusting?" Willow asked.

"No, what I ordered you is made with gin," Sawyer said," frankly I don't have a taste for anything with gin either."

"Then why order me this?" Willow asked.

"To see the look on your face," Sawyer simply said with an amused smile.

"Sir I think she would like another drink," Sawyer said.

"I haven't even finished this nasty thing," Willow exclaimed looking at Sawyer.

The next thing she knew Sawyer had grabbed her glass and in one go drank her drink for her. The bartender returned to them and asked what she would like again. This time Willow beat Sawyer in answering the man.

"I'll try a Hurricane," Willow said covering Sawyer's mouth with her hand.

Within a few moments a new drink in front of her. Sawyer then stuck his tongue out and licked Willow's hand, which was still placed over his mouth.

"Eww!" Willow shrieked moving her hand away.

"Don't place your hand over my mouth then," Sawyer said taking another go at his drink.

"You could have moved by hand not lick it," Willow said.

Sawyer just shrugged and finished his drink before ordering another two.

"Try your Hurricane, kitten," Sawyer instructed. He watched as she slowly placed the cup to her lips and then to not a sip but a gulp of the drink.

About three other drinks for Willow and ten more for Sawyer it was late. Thinking it was time to leave he paid for their drinks and stood.

"Alright, I think it's time we head back to the boat," Sawyer said looking down at Willow.

"But I don't want to," Willow hiccuped.

"You're drunk," Sawyer stated.

"I am not," Willow said swinging around in her seat to face him.

The only problem was she wasn't facing Sawyer. She was facing to the left of him. With a chuckle, Sawyer helped Willow to her feet. And they slowly made their way out of the bar. As soon as they were out of the bar and out of earshot Sawyer picked Willow up bridle style. She let out a squeal and latched her arms around his neck.

"Don't worry I'm not going to drop you," Sawyer said.

"Hey, how come you don't sound funny?" Willow asked with another hiccup.

"What I drank doesn't affect me," Sawyer said," a lot of drinks don't affect me."

"How come?" Willow asked whinging.

"I'm supernatural, kitten," Sawyer said," just like regular weapons, unless it is made for supernaturals alcohol doesn't bother me."

"Lucky," Willow pouted.

Sawyer scowled down at her. She didn't know what it meant to be supernatural. And she wouldn't if he started explaining right now. She'd forget by morning. With a sigh, he continued his way to the boat.

"Sawyer?" Willow asked.

"Hmm?" Sawyer hummed.

"Are you lonely?" Willow asked sleepily.

Sawyer stopped walking. He looked down at her. She was asleep now, she didn't even stay awake long enough for him to answer her question.

"No, kitten, I'm not lonely," Sawyer whispered to her.

Now in silence, he walked back to the boat.