The Demon Bride

Chapter Seven- Harper

She arrived shortly after nine slouching on the wooden stool before the bar counter stirring her Bloody Mary. Her light grey eyes wandered around scanning the items before her, from the menus to the vanished painted counter tops, beautiful tableware, and embracing the atmosphere. They then, shifted back towards her cocktail. She took a sip from the straw when, she felt a tapping on her right shoulder.

"Hey babe, let me buy you a drink," the stranger asked.

"No, thank you," she politely declined his offer.

"Wasn't asking babe," he hissed.

"Excuse me," Harper bombshell.

"Why are you being such a bitch, I'm only asking to buy you a drink," he hissed again.

"Hey! Buddy! That's no way to speak to a lady!" the bartender intervenes.

"Fuck off man, I wasn't speaking to you" he screamed.

"Security! Get this man outta my sight!" the bartender shouts.

"Alight, Sir, please come with us" the two security guards began escorting the man out.

A tall dark skin man

"Let go of me! Get your filthy hands off me," the man pled.

"Sir! clam down please come with us,"

"Hell no! Fuck off!" he added, launching his left fist at security connecting with his right jawbone.

"You, son-of-a-fucking-bitch," the second security yell twisting the same hand the man punches his colleague with.

They slammed him onto down the floor detaining him. They grabbed him by his arms bringing him to his feet escorting him out for good. He was never allowed back there again.

"Are you okay ma'am," asked the bartender.

"Yeah, I'm thanks to you," answered Harper.

"Yeah, what an asshole, what we get a lot of his kind around here much," he said.

"Oh, but it's not your fault," replied Harper.

"I'm Jim," he introduced himself stretching out his hand out to shake her hand.

"Harper, I'm Harper. It's nice to meet you," she added, shaking his hand.

"Likewise. So, what brings you here? A date?"

"Oh, no way. Its ladies night out with my colleagues. It's actually my first here in this restaurant,"

"Alright, hope you enjoy for first time here." she asked her. "Cute outfit by the way," and then complemented

"Awww, thank you. I went for something simple, just a pair of ripped blue jeans, white sneakers, matching top and a blue jacket," she chuckled. "Is this the recommended outfit for your job?" she continued to ask.

"It's cool, I like your style he complemented her, and yes it's recommended" he then answered.

"Well, the whole black attire with matching gloves, do give off a serial killer vibe," she giggled.

He chuckled then asked, "how are you enjoying the atmosphere?"

"I love it, it's truly beautiful," she said. "What are the floors made of?" she continued on to ask, while pointing her index finger to the floor.

"Well, I believe it to be a tile and stone flooring," he answered.

"So, how long have you been working here now?" she questioned him.

"Well, since the restaurant was opened," answered.

"Oh, do you enjoy working here? I would like to order another Bloody Mary, please, before my colleagues get here" she muttered then giggled.

"Sure, thing, coming right up," he added giving a playful wink.

The bartender displayed his talent before her very eyes, and she was impressed. He poured the ingredients and shake them into each metal cup and poured in the left then right. He then finally poured it into a fancy glass and topped it off with slice of lemon. She took a sip from the straw when her cell rang.

"It's one of my colleagues," she told him.

"that's fine, you can leave the drink, enjoy the rest of your night," he replied.

"Same to you. And thank you, for being such a good person," she added.