Actions Speak Louder Than Fortune Cookies

2 - I Am Professional

As soon as the door swung shut behind Johnny, he found the small brunette he was looking for tapping away on her phone.

He grabbed onto her shoulders, shaking them with each word he spoke. "Marvel. Actors. Are. At. The. Bar. As. We. Speak."

"Who?" The woman replied, becoming more confused with each small, sturdy shake. She put her phone down and eventually into her pocket in fear that he would shake it out of her grip.

"Rylee! Chris Evans. Anthony Mackie. Sebastian Stan. Out. At the bar. Right. Now."

Another woman with long, flowing auburn hair, presumably hiding in the back along with Rylee, stepped into the conversation, "First of all, you own this place. Shouldn't you be trying to act professional right now, and two, EXCUSE ME?"

Johnny ran his hands through his hair, " I am professional, Alexa. That's why I came back here to freak out instead of doing it behind the bar in front of them." He put out his hand in a "duh" sort of motion.

"I have to get back out there... I pretended to come back here for Coke because of course they ordered Captain America and Cokes.

"You mean this Coke?" Alexa said as she grabbed the two liter bottle from the fridge and scurried out the door towards the bar before Johnny could even realize what she was doing.

"Fuckkkk youuuu Alexaaaa!" Johnny pretended to yell in a whisper, throwing up middle fingers at her as she disappeared through the swinging door.

"What is happening right now?" Rylee asked as Johnny walked out the back door towards the dumpster to smoke.

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Alexa made her way to the end of the bar where Chris was waiting patiently. Anthony and Sebastian were only a few steps away, putting a quarter into the pool table's pay slot to start a game.

"Hi boys, Johnny had to step away for a minute but you're in good hands with me, I'm Alexa." She tossed her hair over her shoulder and shot them a big smile. She began pouring their drinks, making sure to lean over just enough to accentuate her cleavage in her low cut black tank top.

All three men stopped what they were doing to acknowledge their new bartender, sending her quick waves and hellos. Anthony and Sebastian returned back to their game while Alexa had apparently grabbed Chris' full attention, as his eyes skimmed quickly up and down her body, watching her pour their drinks.

"Alrighty, three Cap and Cokes for three of the best heroes we've got." Alexa smiled with a wink as she poured on the charm, again, leaning on to the counter enough now to really stick what she's got out there.

"Thaaaank you very much, miss." Chris said with a wink in return. He handed her his credit card and asked her to keep their tab open. She obliged, tapping the card on her hand as she shot him a thumbs up and walked away with it, a skip in her step.

Chris watched her disappear, her hips swaying steadily in her almost nonexistent jean shorts, short enough that the pockets stuck out below their hem, her high heels accentuating her calves and her ass. He wasn't dumb, and he sure as hell wasn't blind. He smirked as he gathered their drinks and turned to the pool table the other men were at, dispersing their drinks to each one. Again, they tapped each others glasses, tapped the top of the pool table ledge, and then all took a swig.

Throughout the night the men were impressed. As it got later, the bar still stayed consistently busy. They knew people probably recognized them at this point but no one had come up to them to ask for pictures or autographs. They greatly appreciated that. They felt like they had some place to go that, at the moment, seemed fairly relaxed and chill. A place they could just be "normal guys" out for a good time. They played pool all night, not only between the three of them, but with other bar goers as well, taking turns putting quarters on the edge of the table to stake their place in line.