Their Latest Flames.: E.P. Fan Fiction.

Chapter One: Sivle's point of view.

As I recall, it all started one muggy summer night in 1959 when three American soldiers strolled into the small club that we were working in. My twin sister and I were working the night shift when the men strolled in from the dimly lit street and took a table near the windows. The one that was leading the other two men tall and slender with black hair and icy blue eyes. The second was tall as well but not as tall as the first.  He had red hair and green eyes. He looked Irish, really. The third man who looked to be the oldest was medium height with blue eyes and brown hair.

I could tell that my slightly younger twin, Nora was intrigued. She turned to look at me questioningly and I motioned her to move forward. She had always been more daring. I guess it wasn't strange to see American soldiers, it was just refreshing to hear English touch our ears after a long day of hearing nothing but french. 

Nora, being the dare devil she was, adjusted her red and white uniform and took grip on a half full coffee pot. She was going to make her move to speak to the men. I leaned against the counter and watched her. I was the slightly more shy one so I would stay back and watch my sister as she spoke with the men. I would only go back there to gather the cash. Although I was older, she was more interesting for sure. Nora strolled causally over to the table and held the pot out in the middle of the three men. The lit candle on the table flickered. The three pairs of eyes moved to the girl who stood beside them, fire red hair hanging over her soft emerald eyes.

"Bonjour." My voice carried across the bar and I was guessing they heard me. The red heads eyes moved to mine briefly and then went back to Nora. In front of me, Bill, a regular at the club had leaned himself against the bar. He looked angry, I knew he was just extremely drunk.

"Sivle, I want a drink." He demanded, slamming his hands against the counter top. His body shook from the amount of force he used.

"Can you pay for it tonight?" My voice was soft but knowing. This wasn't the first time I was left to fend off Bill. I hoped that Nora was faring better than me.

"Of course, now get me a  whiskey." He said, his tone growing harsher.

I was reluctant as I watched the male. His nails clicked against the counter top. I could tell he had been else where drinking tonight but I wasn't in the mood for psychical violence. I moved swiftly and poured him a whiskey. When I set the glass down in front of him, he sneered and snatched it up. Within a second, the contents of the glass was emptied.

"Gimme another." He groaned loudly, his speech began to slur, his eyes grew cold as they looked me over. Something new was forming in his eyes. Lust? Desire? Something along those lines? Perhaps but I wished I wasn't the one who would be left to find out. 

My eyes traveled back across the dimly lit club to my sister who was talking to the three Americans. I felt envy. She didn't have to deal with Bill. Surely those Americans were treating her kinder than Bill was treating me.

"Hello? Bitch wake up." He sneered loudly, waving his giant hand in front of me. On instant my mind traveled back to the drunk man who sat in front of me. I snatched the glass away and returned to the half empty whiskey bottle.

Note to self: Order more whiskey. Getting low. Thanks Bill.

I poured the glass and set it in front of him. He downed the liquid quickly and held it out to me. I knew what he wanted: a refill. 

"Bill, that's enough." I said quietly, refusing to take his glass.

He leaned forward and shoved the glass in my face. His speech slowed as he looked at me through blood shot eyes, "I.. Said... Get... Me ... More!"

I shook my head refusing him. He raised himself from his perch on the bar stool and gripped my arm in one thick tanned hand, "I said get me ano.." He was cut short by my twin who turned to yell an order over.