Wednesday Briefs: One Night

  Happy Wednesday! The start of a new year, and the start of  a new story! Woo hoo! This is always a fun time. The goal is to create a 500-1k flash story/chapter incorporating at least one of the numerous prompts offered. This week I chose to use a photo prompt as well as a line prompt of, "When did you get to be so ..."
 
   I'm going to be honest though, I have no idea where this story is going... will it stay a contemporary piece? Should I add a paranormal or fantasy twist? Feel free to let me know what you think after you're done reading!

One Night

 

 

 

"When did you get to be so fruity?"
 

"Hilarious." Bear flipped off his boss. They’d been friends for years before Loren opened the bar.  He was a lot of things, but fruity? No way. Even if he was vertically challenged and had been told by more than one asshole customer that he had a pretty mouth that looked like it was made for sucking cock. "You’re the one who came up with the drinks. The big party of drag queens ordered the rainbow cocktails." Getting a cocktail order in Capstone wasn't that unusual, but the large group in sparkly dresses making a racket was a rare occurrence.

 

Bear scraped lime wedges into a bin under the bar, then finished garnishing the cocktails. He passed beers down to two guys clad in jeans and tight t-shirts, then a hand waving a bill down at the end of the bar caught his eye.

 

"Ciroc, please. A double." The deep voice was as smooth as the vodka the man ordered. Bear raised one eyebrow; getting an order for that was even rarer than the rainbow cocktails. He turned to grab the top shelf bottle and grimaced.

 

Being short sucked.

 

"Let me get that." The man stepped around the edge of the bar, not quite behind it, and easily grabbed the bottle.

 

"Thanks." Hmm … a spicy scented giant. Bear stepped back, biting his lip. He bent to scoop up some ice in a glass, then paused and looked over his shoulder. "Oh, how do you like it?

 

The customer smirked. Bear closed his eyes, ignoring the flush he could feel creeping up his neck and face. It was so not his night.

 

 "On the rocks, please." The man's voice dropped to a sexy growl. Bear's cock twitched.

 

Maybe being an idiot was sometimes a good thing. He poured the expensive vodka, then slid the glass on a napkin over the bar.

 

"My name's Kameron."

 

Bear stuck the bottle on the back counter and then closed the end of the bar. "Probably shouldn't leave that open."

 

"Probably not. So, I told you my name ...." Kameron leaned forward, one eyebrow raised.

 

"I don’t do one night stands, if that’s why you’re flirting."

 

Kameron smirked. “Flattering, little guy, but I don’t do one night stands anymore either, no matter how hot the man is."

 

Taking the man's money, Bear shoved it in the register. He grabbed four beers and a seven seven, exchanging alcohol for cash and pocketing his tip. It took that long for him to process the fact that Kameron had called him hot. He didn't like the little guy; five foot seven wasn't tiny, just not … tall.

 

"Here." Kameron held out another bill.

 

"What's that for?" Bear frowned as he took it.

 

"Your tip."

 

"Twenty dollars on a twenty two dollar drink?" Was he flashing cash around to change Bear’s mind?

 

Kameron shrugged. "It won't be my only drink."

 

There was another lull so Bear took a chance to grab a bottle of water. He was sweating; the leather pants he wore made his ass look great, but shit they were hot. He tipped his head back to drain the bottle, feeling some trickle down his chin.

 

He let out an explosive breath when he stopped drinking, using the back of his hand to wipe off his face.

 

"Damn." Kameron's face was flushed. He took a big drink of his vodka.

 

Bear didn't really mind the attention. He hadn't been on a date in what felt like forever. Of course, Loren kept driving off anyone that showed interest. It surprised Bear that Loren hadn't targeted Kameron yet.

 

"You didn’t tell me your name."

 

Bear contemplated his answer, grabbing a tub of dirty glasses. "Nope." Kameron had said he wasn't leaving. Bear was a lot of things, but easy wasn't one of them.

 

"Bear! We need more glasses. If you're done slacking―"

 

Loren's sharp tone made him stop on his way back to the dishwasher. "Maybe someone should run some through the dishwasher, oh," Bear turned around, "look at that, someone already is."

 

His friend scowled at him. It was his 'What The Hell Are You Thinking' stare that Bear had told him made his eyes look like they were bugging out. Bear rolled his eyes, leaving Loren to cover his section of the bar since he was being an ass.

 

He expected Kameron to have high-tailed it but he was still there. It was still quiet so Bear started stocking more beer between a few orders. Most of the patrons were dancing or listening to the band.

 

Kameron's smile was a little smug as he leaned over the bar. "Bear, huh? Interesting … nickname?"

 

"Yeah. My name's Bernard but if you call me that I'll shove a corkscrew through your tongue."

 

Kameron grinned. "Bear it is. Violent little thing, aren't you?"

 

"Cocky giant, aren't you?"

 

Kameron's brown eyes were shining as he laughed. "I guess I am. Since it doesn't seem to be turning you off that much, maybe I can get away with asking for your number."

 

"I really don’t do one night stands," Bear warned him.

 

Kameron leaned closer. “I'd love to take you someplace quieter, get to know you.”

 

A date. Usually men heard no sex and went to find someone easier. Just because Bear was a bartender and wore tight pants didn’t mean he’d sleep with every man asking.

 

He had rules for a reason.

 

Deciding to take a chance, Bear grabbed a pen and napkin to write down his number. Loren looked pissed but Bear ignored him. "I've plans tomorrow morning but we can have coffee in the evening, if you’re serious."

 

"I am.” Kameron folded the napkin carefully. “I'll call you.”

 

Bear was conscious of Kameron's eyes on him the rest of the night. By the time the tall man left, half a head above most of the other men in the bar, Bear was almost wishing he was into one night stands.

 

That man was hot.

 

TBC...

 

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