The Whiskey Journals

Chapter 2: Dancing with Fate

When Victoria stepped out of the pub, Drake knew his chin hit the floor. He didn't realize how much he missed her..wait, missed her? They hooked up like once...what was this? He thought...but she looked amazing. That dress was hugging her curves in the right places and..."Wow." he said

"Wow?" asked Victoria

"I..almost didn't recognize you." he said knowing what a lie that sounded like to her.

"That uniform wasn't doing you justice, my dear." Tariq said with a huge sudden grin on his face as he stepped up closer until Drake grabbed the back of his jacket, pulling him back.

"Yeah," Maxwell said, "The waitress is hot..." he whistled

Liam shot all of them looks, "Ahem..Her name is Victoria and I doubt she appreciates you talking about her like that."

Maxwell was the first to recover, "Right..sorry. I meant to say you look lovely. Now let's get this party going."

"Wait.." Drake said, "The waitress is our tour guide now?" He grimaced as he looked at her face and the furious stare. He was pretty sure she would have punched him if she could right then..and she'd been right. That was dumb thing to say and he knew it the minute it came out of his mouth...

Liam cleared his throat, "Victoria was kind enough to agree to show us around. She's doing us a favor, so play nice."

A short time later, she was leading the guys into Kismet where the bartender winked and waved. "So you and the bartender..." Liam said but she cut him off.

" that wink and wave was for you, not me."

"Oh! Um, I am flattered but I uh-"

"Liam, its fine..really..Come on, let's grab a table."

Tariq sat at the bar, holding a menu.."Finally someone with a decent wine list...oh, Hello.." he said to the lady sitting next to him...

Maxwell was bee lining to the dance floor, "Ladieeees" he said shaking his hips in a very Elvis way as he made his way over, "Wanna learn the peacock? Its a very sexy move..."

Victoria buried her chuckle, "The peacock huh? Sounds interesting." she suddenly found herself sitting between Liam and Drake. The silence was horrible. "Drinks?"

They grinned, "Now we are talking." Drake said, "Look sorry about my comments earlier-"

"Don't worry about it, Dex." she said trying not to smile at his shock. She turned to Liam, "do you want to dance first or drink first?"

"Let's drink first. I think Drake could use that drink you offered now."

She ordered whiskey for Drake and two bourbons for her and Liam. Drake sighed, "Too bad this place doesn't have a pool table..could go for regular game right now."

"They do..downstairs, very man cave type area..even a karaoke machine."

"Oh God, don't tell Maxwell. We'll never get him out of here." he finished his drink, "Pool?"

"I'm good Dex thanks." Ass, she thought. Lets see how you handle that. Drake wondered off and Liam chuckled lightly, "He is really good guy but for some reason, he's been bit wound up past couple of days. Thank you for bringing us here. Looks like the guys are having fun already."

"It's not that huge of a deal, I was here a few nights ago with a few of my close friends." she watched him for a minute, "But you..something tells me you're use to putting everyone else first."

"Why would you say that?"

She shrugged, "I'm good at reading people, Liam. Family trait. Enough about me, or your friends. What about you? Do you like it here?"