Silk Skin and Smoke (Age Gap)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Tilly's POV

I took my time through the store, throwing in clothes I deemed cute. My elbows perched on the metal shopping cart as I scanned the snack isle. I was tired, smoking might have been a mistake.

"Call the police! There are dead bodies in the parking lot!" A women came barreling in screaming. That's a bit dramatic, they're not dead. I didn't bother lifting my head as I threw in a bag of chips.

"Just stuff it all in the back pack." I told the man that was bagging my items. He looked me over suspiciously before casting his gaze out the window at the police cars and ambulance. I snagged a pair of cute heart shaped sunnys from a nearby rack, throwing them on the counter.

"Most action we've seen all year." He tried making small talk. I raised my brows to form any kind of emotion instead of leaving him hanging. His name tag read Phil. Simple name for a boy living in a simple town.

"Is there a bar in town?" I asked him as he shoved all my items in the bag I had bought with the last of my cash. He nodded.

"Charlie's is where I go. Good drinks, low prices. It's down two blocks then take a right." He informed. I handed him the money, thanking him before throwing my pack over my shoulder. I popped my bag of lays as I watched the nosy shoppers stare at the unconscious men being carried away. I couldn't help the small giggle at the back of my throat.

I took the bag boys advice and walked down the road, entering the small run down bar. It was practically empty besides the two men sitting at the forefront. I assumed they were regulars. They looked it. I waved at the bartender and headed into the bathroom. It was filthy, but sufficient.

Huffing, I threw my bag on the counter, pulling out a change of clothes. I tugged the tags off the red skirt and black top.

"Skirt it is daddy." I whispered to myself. I stripped down and changed, using the cheap soap and paper towels to clean myself up. I ruffed up my hair before staining my lips red.

"Absolutely sinful." I chuckled at my reflection in the mirror before taking the phony steel blades and stuffing them in the back hem of my skirt where it cinched at the waist. One thing daddy got wrong. Augustus was a smart man, he'd check my thighs for weapons. I took the holstered ribbon and tied it to my thigh, sinking the silver blade into place, the one Augustus needed to find.

Last but not least I slid my new sunnys to my face, blowing a sweet kiss to the mirror. My joint had worn off and I was ready for a drink. If I had to wait for my mate to find me, I was going to make it fun.

I threw my bag into a booth and sauntered up to the bar. The two men eyed my change in clothes and smiled, turning their swivel seats to face me. My attention was on the rugged bartender. His hands looked dirty but strong.

"Pour me your favorite please." I told him when his gaze landed on me. His lips quirked a small smile before taking a glass and pouring straight bourbon. I chuckled, pushing up my glasses to shield my amusement.

"Red your favorite color?" He asked, sliding the glass my way.

"Is bourbon really your favorite drink?" I retorted. The men at the end of the bar chuckled to themselves.

"No actually. I like beer. But I don't think a classy thing like you would've enjoyed it." He ranted back. I feigned a smile, still hiding behind my red shades.

"You thought right." I told him before lifting the glass to my lips. He smirked, making his way to me, laying those dirty hand across the counter and leaning in.

"What brings you to town?" He asked in a gruff whisper. I left the glass pursed to my red lips while I smiled.

"Stranded. A friends coming to get me." I half lied. He pushed himself from the counter and poured himself a beer.