Lay it on me, Miss! | TxS

1 - No Name Lady

"One whiskey, neat, please." A feminine voice purred over the loud music of the lively club.

I turned to the woman who just asked for her drink, and I swear, my breath hitched as I laid my eyes on her.

She was gorgeous.

Actually, to say this woman was gorgeous was an understatement. Her skin was almost deathly pale, but there were splashes of pink around her nose, cheeks, collarbones, and knuckles. Her vibrant platinum blonde locks were long and straightened to perfection. But her most captivating features were the small beauty marks scattered all across her face, like she was kissed by an angel.

I traced her body with my eyes, totally not checking her out, and took in the outfit she was wearing. She sported a navy blue body-con mini dress with a dangerous slit on the side that I couldn't stop looking at. Her dress did something very gay to me.

She smirked, "Are you going to get me my drink, or are you just going to keep staring at me?" The woman grabbed a seat at the bar, resting her head in her palm, looking up at me through her long lashes.

Fuck I didn't notice how long I was staring; usually I'm a really smooth talker. There's just something about this woman; maybe she's a spy or something I don't know.

"I would keep staring," I said with a smile. "But I never keep a lady waiting."

The woman almost looked bored. "Well, hurry then. You're keeping me waiting." She shooed me off with her other hand.

I shook my head in fake annoyance and quickly reached for the bottles behind the bar, grabbing the whiskey for the mystery woman.

"You seem too young to be working here." The blonde curiously chirped as I poured her room temperature whiskey.

I slid the glass towards her, "I'm old enough." My green eyes flickered to her pink lips, then back up to her piercing blue eyes.

"Oh, really now, big girl, and how old would that be?" She looked amused.

I flashed my pearly whites. "Old enough." I purposely repeated. "And you?"

She took a sip of her drink before meeting my eyes again. "Young enough." Her smile matched mine.

"I get off my shift in an hour, will you wait for me?"

There was a moment of silence as she took another sip of her whiskey, and her eyes flicked to my lips. "So was all that, I don't keep a woman waiting talk a lie?" She smart-mouthed.

"Hey, I need to do my job, lady. I can't only talk to pretty women all night." I poured out drinks for two men before returning to the blonde. "And you didn't answer my question."

"Mmhm." She mumbled indifferently through her glass, and I gave her a quick smile before turning to actually do my job.

It's was almost the end of my shift, and I was  counting down the seconds until I could get back to the woman. So far, it's been a relatively quiet night, which I'm grateful for, but I felt my every move being watched by the blonde. I would be lying if I said I didn't like it.

A pretty brunette girl approached the bar, taking a seat right in front of me. "I'll have whatever your favorite is." She lightly trailed patterns on my tan forearm with her nails before finally looking up and meeting my eyes.

Oh.

That whiskey woman was definitely watching me now. I glanced at her on the other side of the bar, noticing her stare right away. Her blue eyes were dark, and she raised an eyebrow as if telling me to "go on." I rubbed the back of my neck nervously as we still made tense contact.