The Most Powerful Scream is Silence

Chapter 5: Whiskey and Lies

I listened to the song Boats and Birds by Gregory & the Hawk while I wrote this, so give it a listen! Also, I'm not sure about the rules in the US, as I live in Canada, regarding serving alcohol, but for the purposes of this story, Luna is able and qualified to do so.  

Two days later, on a cool Wednesday evening when her bruises had smudged and the fingerprints that littered her skin had faded to white marks like flour on her flesh she had her first day of work at the Mystic Grill. Thanks to a certain blue-eyed, fair-haired boy she scored an interview as a bartender.

Which she nailed.

She was nervous and full of jitters. But she had experience being a bartender in the past towns she lived, besides, it wasn't all that difficult when you've been around an alcoholic your whole life. Unlike school, she didn't really have anything to be nervous about (not counting the drunk groping hands of lonely men).

She walked out of the staff room, a black apron tied around her narrow waist, accenting her other black attire, like the crisp Mystic Grill imbordered t-shirt (compliments of the manager). Her long legs lead her towards the bar surrounded with leather stools and drunken men. She walked behind it, taking her place as a bartender.

Turning to face a customer who sat down in front of her, she was surprised to see the Peruvian blue eyes and sexy smirk before her.

"Damon?" Luna questioned.

Damon's grin only widened, showing off a perfect set of pearly whites. "I'll have a whiskey," he stated, licking his lips as his eyes rested on hers.

"Can I see some ID?" Luna teased, a matching grin lighting up her face without her even realizing it.

Damon laughed.

A nice laugh, that soothed her ears and reminded her of warm honey and spring mornings.

"I'm a lot older than you think, sweetheart," Damon replied, leaning forward on his elbows as he spoke.

"Don't call me sweetheart," Luna grumbled, the soft smirk never leaving her lips as she scooped ice into a tumbler.

Damon watched as the mysterious girl before him poured the amber liquid into the glass, his eyes flicking from her small hands grasping the neck of the bottle to her face. His eyes picking up every detail of her skin in crystal clear definition, more than any human could possibly see. He saw the faintest outline of fingers on her cheek, covered and hidden with makeup, but it was there.

And without even noticing, the playful smirked fell from his lips.

"Here's your drink," Luna said, a wide grin still on her face as she slid the glass towards the raven-haired man.

She was completely clueless to his discovery. But this wouldn't be the first time Damon uncovered her secrets.

She was an enigma wrapped in a mystery. Completely unsolvable, but I guess that's because nobody bothered.

"So exactly how old are you?" Luna questioned, wiping her hands on her apron.

"I guess you could say twenty-something" he replied with a shrug.

"Huh, you're full of mystery, aren't you?" Luna marvelled.

"That makes two of us then," Damon answered, leaning closer to the bartender before him.

"What?" Luna asked, as her fingers danced in hair and twirled it like ribbons on their own accord.

"Don't play dumb, I know you're riddled with secrets. A girl like you, I'd be surprised if you ever told the truth." Damon explained, his eyes darkening.