His Bar

two.

"What can I get for you, Jess?" Michael asked sweetly with an Australian tang.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out some bills. I dropped them onto the counter and nudged them towards Michael.

"Anything I can get with this," I muttered. My friends took my purse, which included my keys and wallet.

He grabbed my wrinkled cash and counted it out, then chuckled.

"Two beers, coming right up!" Michael cheered as he turned around and put my money in the register.

I turned around in the stool to examine the place. There were booths along the wall, and tables in the middle. Only three or four others remained in the bar. There were two TVs on opposite corners, both playing some football game. A red sign indicated the bathrooms were down the hall, to the left.

My legs shook anxiously as Michael poured the beer. He set it in front of me, along with a straw.

I rolled my eyes. "Seriously? I don't need a straw," I declared, gulping the beer down in one swallow. I slammed the glass back onto the counter.

"Hit me again," I said. Michael's eyebrows were raised as he grabbed the glass to refill.

"Sorry, I always give customers straws. Accidentally bought 100,000 of them when I opened the place," Michael uttered. He slid the glass back towards me.

"How the hell do you accidentally buy a hundred thousand straws?!" I laughed, after downing the second glass.

Michael had the dorkiest smile on his face. "He told me people drink started alcohol with straws! It was only like five bucks, but I'm not just gonna throw 'em out. Already used half of 'em," he giggled. He took the glass from in front of me and began cleaning it.

"Um, how far down is the bathroom? My legs hurt from walking all night," I whined awkwardly.

Michael chuckled.

"Not far. I'll carry you, if you wish," he replied as he winked.

I rolled my eyes obnoxiously and hopped off the seat.

"Don't miss me too much!" Michael said with a smirk.

Have I ever gagged that much at someone I'm tremendously attracted to..? I wondered as I walked past unconscious drinkers.

When I came back from the bathroom, Michael was leaning on the counter, staring at the TV. I sat in the nearest booth. Don't want to make things awkward.. I thought.

I pulled out my phone, which had 34% left. No texts from my "friends", only a goodnight text from Alex. Two snapchats from my ex, and a Facebook message from Dylan.

I felt warmness wash over my neck.

"Who's Dylan?" a familiar Australian voice said.

I hope you guys liked this chapter!! I didn't really know where to end it so I just stopped here 😂
thank you for reading! I'll probably update by Friday night 💙💜