Capital-A Asshole

Chapter 1 - Apple Juice

"An apple juice and a Long Island for my best friend over there."

"Ah, you're the one behind the wheel tonight?" the bartender asked while making the drinks I ordered.

"I guess you can imply it that way." I fidgeted with the short skirt that Frayer forced upon me.

"Alright, an apple juice and a Long Island coming up."

In a swift second, two glasses of drinks slid in front of me and I thanked the bartender, paid him extra tips for no particular reason at all.

I handed Frayer her Long Island, and she disappeared right after.

That ungrateful bitch.

The bartender winked at me when I sat by the bar. Was he flirting or was he flirting?

I tried my best to smile what Frayer calls a pouty-sexy-foxy smile. He laughed and went to serve another customer. Well, it's not like I was serious or something. He wasn't even that good looking.

Well, I guess he's kinda cute. In a bald way.

I jumped down from the stool, and walked around the bar searching for Frayer but really just trying to get through sweaty bodies and dancing figures.

Suddenly, someone put his or her hand on my waist.

Unfortunately, I was wearing a loose crop top so the hand was directly in contact with my skin. I fidgeted as I tried to get the hands off of me, but instead they kept rubbing all over my skin.

And then, I felt something hard poking my bottom. I stiffened and was ready to turn around and punch whoever it was.

For your information, I learned Kung Fu, Tae Kwan Do and Judo from my dad who was in the army teaching self defence.

But before I can do anything, a really - and I mean really - hot guy appeared right in front of me as he nodded hi to me. I stood gaping at him, totally forgetting about the hands that's still, currently, on my waist (and the mysterious person behind me).

"What you got there?" he asked, with a hot British accent that made me drool all over him.

"Uh, apple juice. Yeah, apple juice," I stammered stupidly, gesturing to my glass of apple juice, still looking at his icy blue eyes.

It's grey surrounding the pupil, icy blue in the middle, with a ring of dark blue on the outside. Gods, I could stare at his eyes all day if I could.

Wait. What if he was one of the Gods himself?

Stupid Alexis, I mentally chided myself, and then mentally slapping myself awake, all while still staring at his godly face.

He looked at me, annoyed. "Wasn't talking to you, I was talking to James, the person behind you."

I stood there, not knowing what to do. The hands on my waist left and the owner of those pervy hands seemed to appear beside me, and damn, he was hot.

"You know, James," he informed the mystery person that was now beside me, "you have really bad taste in women."

That did it, I forgot about my apple juice and slapped him, hand and apple juice and all.

Which was a good combination since I kind of splashed the juice all over him, and that made me feel somewhat satisfied.

Wait, let me rephrase that. That made me extremely satisfied. I smirked up at the hot, hot, hot - focus Alexis - hateful guy.

"Woah," I think it was James who muttered. "Gotta be careful, Chaze, she's a feisty one."

The hot guy who James referred to as Chaze glowered at me. I ignored him and snapped at the guy named James. "Hey, I'm right here you know, and I'll-"