Dark Times In Day Light

Chapter VIII

" I'd like two shots of vodka, if you don't mind," James said as he took a seat on the stool.

Ashley nearly jumped out if her own body upon seeing his face." What are you doing here?"

" Drinking. What else would I be doing in a bar?"

" Couldn't you go and drink somewhere else?"

" Last I checked America was a free country," he paused a bit for teasing," and you're not my mother," he smiled.

" Two shots of vodka coming up," Ashley smiled with clenched teeth but still managed to show her dimples and almost looking friendly.

" I'd love to see you pour it... wouldn't want you to poison me," he commented as she got the bottle and glasses later stamping down the bottle.

" Are you trying to call me a murderer?" She sounded angry.

" You are a suspect of murder," he replied factually.

" Ever heard of innocent till proven guilty?"

James smiled in response." Well to be fair, you don't look like a murderer."

" And you don't look like an alcoholic."

"I'm not," James confirmed taking a hold of the drink." It happens occasionally," he added.

Ashley could not understand if he was being friendly or was really just onto something." Well it also comes with a bill," she told him hoping he'd take the hint and want to leave.

" My name is James," reaching for his wallet.

" You look more a dick head than a James," she smiled.

James ignored the insult." Would you like to tell me yours?"

" I'm pretty sure you know what it is."

" And if I don't?"

" Then it serves you no purpose."

" I'd love to take you out this weekend."

Ashley looked at him disapprovingly. " I'm a bartender not a stripper,"she commented.

" You'd be the cheapest stripper I'd know," he teased.

Did he just call me ugly? Or unattractive?

" I-" she was cut.

" I can simply find out where you live and show up this weekend uninvited, but that's creepy and I'm not one to be creepy, so I'd rather you let me know yourself."

Ashley was quiet for a while. Why did he want to know where she lived. Why did he want to take her out? He was probably one of those cheap Casanova freaks and had her mistaken for a cheap whore, but again...

There was something about him that made her put her guard down. She did not trust him, but she also thought he could be to her advantage.

" The hotel five blocks from here, third floor, and since you're so good at investigations you can find the room number yourself," she smiled mockingly and James returned the smile.

He removed the bill and pushed it towards her." Keep the change, see you later Ms bartender."

My name's Ashley dickhead!
A hundred dollar bill? Dickhead didn't even drink anything.

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