Mind Games and D.I.D

9. Can I check your I.D, sexy?

After school Morgan walked through town, then almost pranced through the open door of a local bar called McGuffers. On one side of the decently sized establishment seated a row of five encased individual booths down the wall of the room, that could seat four, or maybe six in a pinch on a crowded night. The other half of the large room held eight sturdy high top tables with stools surrounding them while at the back of the room more stools lined a large straight bar that was stacked with multiple flavours of beer on tap and plenty of glasses. A small gambling area sat tucked away to the far left of the room just over from the toilets.

Morgan glanced around to see only two patrons sitting on two out of three slot like machines while the rest of the bar sat empty. Her eyes became lustful as she spotted the bartender standing alone behind the bar. Tall with dark brunette hair nearly to his shoulders, muscular and very handsome with a sharp jawline and prominent thick black rectangular framed glasses that sat across his dark eyes.

"Hey," she called out as she walked through the dining area. The handsome bar tender glanced up from his task of polishing glasses and smirked.

"Can I check your I.D, sexy?"

"Very funny, Tony," she replied while sauntering up to the bar. "Have you just started your shift?"

Tony gave a nod as he placed a couple wide thick handled glasses up on a shelf directly above the bar.

"Yes. I just have some prep work before all the regulars turn up after their mundane jobs to sit here all night instead of going home to their boring wives."

"That sounds so boring."

"You have no idea," he rolled his eyes. "But I usually try to get some study done between orders."

Morgan paused as she'd not heard him mention that yet.

"What are you studying?"
Tony sighed before leaning on the bar towards her.

"Something else that can get just as mind-numbing sometimes. Law."

Morgan raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"Like, law-school?" She asked to which he gave a nod. "So, those glasses you wear aren't only to make you look intelligent, then."

"Be careful, now," he smirked before reaching out to run his fingers through the ends of her long wavy hair. "I could sue you for saying something like that soon."

"Oh really?" Morgan smirked. "Are you going to hold me in contempt?"

"Most definitely," he smirked and let his hand slip down onto her scarf. "Nice neck-wear."

"You kind of left some real marks on me last night," she blushed. Tony smiled again.

"Excellent," he tugged at the fabric. "How are they looking?"

"Bad..." she cringed as the scarf came undone.

"More like, sexy as hell," he uttered lustfully while getting a closer look at the large circular bruise-like marks spanning her neck and chest. Morgan shook her head with embarrassment.

"I shouldn't have let you."

Tony let off a breathy laugh.

"There's no point in saying that, when I can just take what is mine."

"What is that, exactly?"

"Your sweet ass..." he muttered before pulling her in with the scarf to kiss her.