Pure

Kitten

To think that during my busiest days I'm met with such a damn distraction- fuck. This PePe Le Pew looking guy comes up to my bar and stares ice picks into me like I wouldn't notice, then he decides to eye me like a hawk. Doesn't help that he isn't ugly either I can tell he's another cooperate stuck up by the way he's dressed and the heavy watch adorning his wrist corrupt cronie to say the least, and yet he scares me enough to crack a smile out of me I'm the embodiment of the phrase smile in the face of danger. If looks could kill he already looks like a giant and his dress shirt looked full to bursting. The couple of buttons being undone didn't do much to release the stress of the cotton fabric. If only his voice had sucked but no his voice was just the epitome of my existence. My name coming out with such growly fineness like it was meant for him to say, I couldn't help but give the man a cherry. He's the embodiment of my fantasies that I'll never reach. He should really be setting his sights on Mintz though he better not dream of shooting a pass at me. Now I have to deal with a rowdy lassie demanding another round of shots ''Miss you've clearly reached your limit, if you do not leave this bar I will have to call security" "YO-u hav no RigHtttt to Do THAT!" I mentally facepalm myself clicking the button behind the bar that sends a signal to Maxi-Pad luckily her tabs are already paid. Maxi couldn't have come any sooner this bitch tried to climb over the damn bar, fucking psycho. To add insult to injury, the newbie still has his eye trained on me all the while flirting with the occasional painted up bimbos that look for a fling, seems like he isn't much of a hit, no one has dragged him to the dance floor. I take advantage of the emptiness of my bar and take a quick glance at my phone checking my texts, my eyes light up as I see the notification I guess he finally saw my text a good half hour ago "No worries little kitten, and I sure as hell am no hero...villainy it is then I'm not a good man at the very least" I smirk at the nickname mildly creeped out, but I kinda like it, I wonder what he means by saying he's not a good man makes me even more curious "Well that makes you one of millions men can be the worst you don't seem half bad unless you're secretly a bald pedophile with an eyepatch 😂, and I see we are on a pet name basis?" I smile at my own text. I know Mintz said to leave him hanging but I can't help it. As I continue to serve drinks and call out the hot headed party poopers for Maxi to dispose of I see the newbie continue to flirt but this time he checks his phone while doing so practically ignoring the girl at his side and this one was actually beautiful statuesque and screaming multi million dollar company heiress. He cocks a brow while looking at his screen typing away with each second he spends on his phone she becomes irritated and eventually leaves damn what guy just lets eye candy like that go? He must have a better roster then considering his indifference as he looks up seeing she's gone "So what's got you looking like a Cheshire Cat and ignoring all these lovely ladies looking for a bite?" I ask him as he looks at me questioningly yet amused "They aren't my type I just like giving them the thought of having a chance" "Yet you rejected a company princess for a text" he chuckles the sound itself sly and mocking "I don't go for money filled pillow princesses they are dull as is'' I stifle a laugh almost dropping my jigger "I guess you're right so you have a special someone" he smirks letting out a gentle hm "no not anyone special but they definitely are interesting and adorable, how about you? I saw you sneaking away with your phone miss Moxie'' my eyes widen slightly a flush coming over my face, my reaction seeming to rile his humor a bit "Nah it's no one in particular just some guy online" "Shame" I pause handing over a drink lookin at him quizzically "Don't think I'll tell you the reason sweetheart" now my face feels on fire I didn't even say anything yet damn asshole. Amused that's one way to describe what he's feeling right now probably as he orders another double this time he doesn't get a cherry much to his surprise "Aw no cherry this time little mouse" I practically break my neck looking at him after he called me that now I have two potential men that'll trigger my daddy issues, but with my firmest bravado I respond "I don't give cherries to rude customers or wannabe mind readers'' I glare at him slightly the gaze flattering as I worked...Smooth Moxie, real smooth. "Will an apology get me back in your good graces? Little mouse" I don't bother paying him any mind at that point despite the sheer embarrassment that the name brings me I keep my strong front "I'm sorry sweetheart" he takes a sip of his shot "it really isn't the same without the cherry it gave it a hint of sweetness which I would typically hate, but I don't mind it since you were nice enough to give me a taste" if I could roll my eyes to the point where I get a full view of my brain I would who does he think he is reluctantly I take a cherry out of the jar with my tongs but before I plop it into his glass I grab the soft fruit the sticky syrup coating my index and thumb and place it in his glass I would like to see him drink that he's probably a fucking germaphobe "Consider that a warning" I say as he seems throughly impressed grabbing the cherry with his own fingers plopping it into his mouth not for a second taking his gaze off of me his eyes enveloping me in tendrils of danger "That was a warning? I thought it was an invitation" he winks my way as I'm once again flustered if my mouth was open any wider I'm sure a fly would make it it's personal condo "I'll see you around little mouse" and with tht he stands up taking a billfold out of his pocket placing a crisp one hundred dollar bill on the bar top "keep the change as a tip sweetheart" I couldn't get another word out by the time I came to my senses he was gone—
Hours went by till it was closing and the stragglers limped their way to the exit. I've been making drink mistakes since I can't get the damn bastard out of my head. I spill a whole bottle of grenadine while cleaning up my station fuck! "Mox you o'kay?" I nod silently just wanting to get out of the damn bar "Mox was it about the newbie" I pause my cleaning "H-how did you know" "Ya think I don't have eyes yall were swinging sparks like a firework gone south on the Fourth of July " I scoff rolling my eyes ''there was nothing going on there Mintz you're being delusional again" "uh huh and these aren't my real knockers" I look down at her chest quirking a brow "Focus Mox- look I know he's your type an' don't tell me he ain't" "Minty you know I'm not looking into getting involved with someone, plus his pores ooze bad news" "And since when was that not a turn on for ya" I freeze up grabbing my things shutting off the bar lights "MINTY!" I say in disbelief "I'm just sayin sweet pea ya can't hide it plus he's gotta nice name Tuavali I think it was" Fuck even his name suited him, shoot me now please "Well enough about newbie how are things with your mystery fella?" "Well he texted me back, even gave me a nickname, little kitten" the last bit coming out in a smiled whisper "Well then sounds like you have no problem with him, although the names a little creepy ain't it?" I shrug the comment off as we walk to our cars ''Well it sure isn't normal for a first introduction but I don't hate it" "You're one half of a whole weirdo ya know that" "oh stop before I take a pin to those balloons" she holds her chest in an overly offended manner "Why I never" I chuckle at her reaction dramatic as ever "Get home safe you peroxided up jezabelle" she rolls her eyes shuffling over to her car I wonder how the hell she tolerates working in stilettos almost every night. I sit in my car peering over at my phone once more before starting the car seeing a new collection of messages ''Mox you know I still love you right? I didn't mean to do-" ugh skip my ex can't catch a hint can he, wasn't the words I hate you enough, next is the dating app after scrolling through and rejecting the plethora of new scrotums that bask my screen I reach the only conversation I've given a damn about "I definitely do not fit that description darling my lack of facial presence is simply my way of weeding out the "superficials'', why don't you try giving me a nickname little kitten. Frankly I prefer a nickname that you give me rather than an automated one" I bite my bottom lip as I read the text that nickname may bring more bad than good in the future. It seems like he's still online. I might as well text back "Superficials you say? I wonder what doesn't make me one then besides the lack of face. You are quite sly venomous even in a way I feel like viper would be a good nickname for you or maybe a prison hardened biker" I put my phone down and make my way home excited to continue this conversation tonight has been more than eventful.