Oneshots (18+)

Just A Little Love Story Pt. 1

AN - Just a forewarning, this will be a 2 part series. There is no smut at all in this chapter, but you'll have zero idea what's happening in the next one if you don't read it.

But if you just want the sex?

Feel free to skip it.

"Mother fucker. Lee!" TJ, the bartender, shouts out at me as she runs from behind the bar to swoop me up into a tight hug. I laugh, hugging her back. Her hands rested on my shoulders as she held me at arms length. To this day, I have no idea why she insists on calling me by my middle name. No amount of complaining has ever changed her mind though, so I just roll with it.

"It's been a long time, man. What's the occasion?" She asks, her curly, shoulder length blonde hair swaying as she grins at me.

"Ah, came to visit the family so I figured I'd drop by and pay my favorite bartender a visit." I grinned right back at her before taking a look around. A lot has changed since I last stepped foot in this place, but it still feels like home.

"Different, right?" She asks, slinging an arm around my shoulders and guiding me toward the bar. I nod in response, taking in the changes. The raised dance floor still in the same place its always been, but instead of two stripper poles, tables sit in their places. She catches my gaze as she walks back around the other side of the bar.

"Yeah... insurance for those fucking things was astronomical after some drunk idiot tried to climb to the top and fell down." She rolled her eyes as she turns away from me, popping an ice cold glass under the tap of my favorite beer.

"They always find a way to kill it, don't they?" I chuckle, shrugging out of my leather jacket and placing it with my helmet atop the bar. She slides the pint glass across the bar top into my waiting hand and pulls my jacket and helmet down behind the bar. I watch her as she stores them in a cubby under the register. I lift my glass in silent thanks as she moves over to another customer vying for her attention at the other end of the U-shaped bar.

I watch her for a second, laughing softly to myself as she takes an order from the frat bro who was waving her down. She catches my eye and winks at me as she pours his drink. I smirk and turn my attention to the other patrons sitting around the bar, spinning around in my seat to rest my back against the bar top. My gaze lands on the pool tables on the other side of the room.

My eyes glance over a group of people grouped around a standing table next to an empty bar box. I didn't pay much attention to them as my eyes moved to the other table where two more frat bros were talking shit to each other about who has the more impossible shot. I look over the table and roll my eyes. There's only three balls left and all of them could be sunk easily. I sip my beer as I watch them drunkenly argue in amusement.

*crack*

The sharp and unmistakable sound of a cue ball striking on the break drew my attention away from the arguing banger bros to the previously empty table. The way the box was positioned, all I could see of the player was their skin-tight, jean clad ass still leaning over the kitchen. And a very nice ass it was.

I took another sip of my beer as I watched the woman stand upright. Her back was still to me as she lined up her next shot, granting me yet another glorious view of the black material stretching taut over perfectly round globes.

Realizing I was being creepy, I quickly adjusted my gaze to the table, taking in the position of the balls. I smirked to myself as I analyzed the plays she could make. As I was looking at the table, I felt myself heating under the collar. Someone was watching me.