The Dark Side of the Moon

Chapter 7: Kyle

-Kyle’s P.O.V-

St Jame’s Gate was a local bar around the centre of town on Bear Street, highly popular among the younger residents of Banff. The large glass windows were frosted over with the cold weather and the owners had drawn the dark black blinds to keep out the chill. The exterior was made up of wood and the typical grey stones that almost seemed part of the culture here. The door creaked slightly as I opened it and walked inside. A swirl of smells that matched with the sights I saw bombarded my senses.

The smell of beef slowly cooking wafted into my nose from the small kitchen at the back of the bar. Whisky, Rum, Beer and other various types of alcohol were a harsh odour that filled every inch of the air. A large wooden bench that curved from the right wall to the back of the room served as a bar, complete with bar stools tucked under the edge. Off to the far right corner was a circular booth with plush, leather couches and an oak table. Booths were lining the walls of the large room and many were filled with occupants. To the far left side at the back of the room were a few couches and a flat screen that created an entertainment corner.

All of this was observed within the second, and I sensed no threats or harm from any from the customers. I slid into the booth on the far right of the room and relaxed into the plush, leather seats. A petite waitress sauntered over and flicked out a notepad and pen, asking if I would like any food or drinks.

“A beer thanks,” I told her and looked away. She gave me a curious look, but shuffled away when I made no motion to introduce myself and make small talk. I was here for business only. 

My eyes were busily scanning the room, looking for any signs of Florence. She said that she would be here, and it was already five thirty-five. I’m beginning to sound like a girl I thought. Just calm down Kyle, it’s only been five minutes. No stress man, just wait.

And so I waited. It was five fifty by the time that I first saw her. She walked out from behind the bar wearing jeans and a low cut top that showed too much for my liking. Not that I didn’t enjoy the sight, no it was because of the interest that other guys in the room showed at her appearance. I growled lowly out of instinct and surprised myself when I discovered the hint of possessiveness. It disturbed me how much of a reaction she brought out in me, even though we’d only recently met.

Over her clothes was a plain black apron that had St Jame’s printed on it in white letters. She removed a notepad and pen and began making her way towards a few tables. Oh, she worked here. That’s why she was so late. But when did her work end? She can’t surely work until nine o’clock.

“Would you like anything to eat or drink sir?” she asked politely to a group of boys over in the entertainment lounge. I could hear their conversation clearly with my enhanced senses, and I smiled at the sound of her angelic voice.

“Yeah, I’ll have a beer,” one answered, looking back to the TV. A few others nodded in agreement and I saw a brown haired boy in the group never leaving her gaze. Already the hairs on my neck had begun to rise.

“Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?” he simply asked, flashing a dazzling smile at her. I heard her light laugh and then she replied.

“No sorry, but I do believe in buying something to drink if you rock up at a bar,” she hinted.

The boy laughed and ordered a beer along with his mates. Just as she was about to leave, he reached out and grabbed a hold of her arm. “How about you and I check out the bedrooms upstairs, I’m sure we could have some fun,” he asked suggestively. She shook her head and tried to walk away but he was on his feet in seconds and blocked her exit. “I’m begging you to reconsider, I could really show you a good time.”