The Dive (Richie)

[Abigail Sykes]

The Dive wasn’t the most popular of places, which is exactly why Abby liked it. A girl could come in, get a few drinks and be on her way without worrying about frat boys and drunken businessmen looking to have a go-round for the night. It was the type of place that was off the grid, where people came when they didn’t want to be bothered. Taking her leather jacket off, she walked up to the bar and hung it over the back of the stool.

Tears in the green pleather bit into Abby’s back through her think black tank top, making her lean forward. She rested her elbows on the chipped wood of the bar and waited as the bartender finished up with another patron. The rest of the bar was just as rundown.

The tile floor was stained from years of scuff marks and fights. Some of the neon signs worked, while others flickered in and out. Patrons were scattered out, mostly keeping to themselves drinking the poison of their choice.

The bartender came over a cigarette hanging on his lip. Grabbing a bar rag he wiped down the area in front of her and set down a coaster. “What’ll it be?”

“Jack on the rocks,” She told him. Abby was never one to have girly drinks. She couldn’t stand the sweetness of them, and they made her want to puke more often than not. She was more of a hard, straight up liquor kind of girl.

The bartender nodded and went to fill her order. Abby was running low on cash, but she needed a drink. Besides she figured there was a job around somewhere that she could pick up tomorrow or the next day. Construction and stripping were two professions that were always in search of new employees.

The bartender brought back her drink and she paid him, giving him a generous tip. Abby had learned that the better you tip them, the better they make your drinks. He nodded his thanks and moved on, not even giving her a second glance.

That was another reason she liked places like these. No one stared at her awkwardly because of the scars on her shoulders, or the ones on her wrists. It wasn’t their business and they didn’t give a damn. Had she gone to some college bar the drunken questions would never stop, nor would the boys trying to get into her pants.

Abby didn’t mind one night stands. In fact, she loved one night stands, but with a man, not a boy. If another twenty-one year old who can’t even hold his liquor hit on her, she was likely to break his legs. That would completely ruin her night.

[richie]

Man! What was so wrong at falling at sleep when the chief of police was screaming at him for the hundredth time? Especially after he had just pulled two shifts straight up without batting an eye and had to get along with his partner, Mr. Lame.

Sure the chief wasn’t so happy when he noticed he was snoring, but he could swear the old man had smiled when he kicked the chair from underneath and caused him to fall on his ass with a loud thud. The floor was so damned hard man! Luckily he wouldn’t at least have a few good hours before he had to go to the station again. So yeah, straight to bed, right? Nah, he had a few minutes of shut eye already and he wanted to celebrate, after all they had caught the bastard who was up and about killing people.

YAY! He had a few hours until some other s.o.b. took his place.

The Dive wasn’t exactly your cop friendly bar. But hell, his badge was tucked away and he wasn’t introducing himself as one. With a little luck, no one of the low lives he had arrested before would be there tonight.

Stepping inside, he run a hand trough his hair, pulling it back. The place wasn’t particularly packed tonight and he didn’t see any known faces in the midst what was probably a good thing.

Moving towards the bar, he called the bartender as he took a seat on the stool.
“Hey man, bring me a shot of Tequila, would you?”

Yeah, Tequila was good for celebrating and getting wasted before calling it a night and passing out on the bed. It worked like a charm, pushed back the nightmares, the memories of Tim and Julia. All was good in the world and he was Superman, and did he mention that in his dreams Lois Lane was oh so glad that he had saved her from falling of a building. He would fly up to between the clouds with her in his arms and…well, that was the time when he had tossed the damned alarm clock out of the window for waking him up.

That reminded him, he needed a new alarm clock.

When the man brought his drink, he nodded his thanks, downed the shoot making a slight face when the sour taste hit him and he sucked on the lime. Ah that was it, hit right the spot.

“Keep it coming man!” he told the bartender.

Turning his head to the right while he waited for a refill, his eyes caught sight of a brunette seating not too far away from him. His eyes moved lazily over her figure. Scars, she had a few of them, but that didn’t mess up the hotness factor at all.

Quick man, think about something charming to say to her!
“I love Tequila…they are great for body shots, you know?”

A hint of flirtation but still a cheesy line, damn, he would have to work on that.

[Abigail Sykes]

Abby gestured for a refill on her drinks. The bartender nodded and less than a minute later there was a new drink sitting before her. Once again she paid and tipped him generously. Sipping her drink she noticed it was stronger this time than the last. She knew if she kept tipping the bartender this way that they would get stronger each time. Which is exactly what she wanted.

Her mood was not the best. She was low on cash, her truck was in desperate need of a tune up, and she’d witnessed a car accident earlier in the day. An elderly man had lost control of his car and slammed into a pole. The car was completely decimated, and it was amazing he was still breathing by the time Abby had pulled over and went to him. She had already dialed 911 on her cell, but she knew they wouldn’t make it in time.

The elderly man had been too close to death for her powers to have helped either. It was an odd way to find out. When she rested her hands on him something inside of her just knew that even trying wouldn’t bring him back from the doorstep he was standing on, so she hadn’t even tried. Instead she’d just held his hand and waited until he passed. Then she skedaddled out of their before the police arrived. She didn’t want the unnecessary questions and witness statements.

Sometimes Abby wished she could do more. Cheveyo, her spirit guide often told her she could. Well when she took the time to go into a meditative state and talk to him. She was stubborn though and often ignored his advice. Abby wasn’t willing to become close to Cheveyo anymore than a normal human. If there was one thing Abby had learned in her life, people left you. Well they left her at least.

Abby noticed the new face walk into the bar and seat himself a few stools down from her. Tequila seemed to be his drink of choice. She smirked as it made her think of the song ‘Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off’. Glancing out of the corner of her eye Abby saw he was tall, blonde and pretty damn handsome. He didn’t look overly young, and he seemed to be knocking back the shots without the aid of salt or a chaser.

“I love Tequila…they are great for body shots, you know?”

Laughter erupted from Abby. She couldn’t help it. It was as cheesy as they got, but then again it wasn’t as bad as some of those lines about falling from heaven or whatever the boys were saying these days. She looked over at him, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

Abby leaned into him and gestured with an index finger for him to come closer. “You know it must be hard with your sense of direction. Never being able to find your way to a good pick up line.” Okay, so her line was just as cheesy as his, and she’d heard it somewhere before, not that she could think of where at the moment, but it seemed suited to the situation.

Sitting straight again she chuckled. If nothing else it was a nice distraction from the dark thoughts in her mind. “Hey bartender,” She called. “Another shot of tequila for my friend here.”

Sipping her whiskey, she turned in her stool to face him. “So then, is that the best you’ve got?”

[richie]

She was laughing. Laughter was a good sign right?

In any case he downed the new shot that was placed before him and sucked on the lime. That way he wouldn’t stand there and look so awkward in case she was going to tell him off.

It was late at night, he had worked double shifts and the only rest he got after chasing down a psychopath was about two minutes of shut eye before his ass was introduced to the floor, so he could afford to be cheesy, right? Heck, if anything he would blame it on sleep deprivation. Yeah, his ego could handle with that.

Sure he had been turned down before when flirting, but persistence was part of the game and as long as he could pass cheesy for funny, he was good.

Hopping over to the next stool closer to her when she motioned him over, he laughed along with her and his smile broadened when she gave it back to him as good as he had.

Or maybe just as cheesier.

“Come on, hadn’t you ever heard that making a girl smile is half-way to her heart?”
As if he was aiming for her heart.

But heck, you never knew when miss perfect would arrive, right? That woman that captured his heart and made him want for her to be the first thing you saw when you wake up every day for the rest of your life…ah no, he was just looking for some company, maybe a little more than a drinking buddy if things went that way.

And she told the bartender to pour him another shot.
“Lady,” he said with a smile, “you’re my new best friend.”

Taking in his hand the next shot the bartender poured, he raised a brow at her. If this was the best he got? No it wasn’t, but did she want the best he got?

“Nah, that wasn’t my A game, that one is…”

He paused a bit to down the shot, welcoming that warm feeling and then with one arm he unexpectedly reached forward in a quick movement, curving his hand behind her neck and pulling her towards him to lay a hot kiss on her lips.

When he pulled back he grinned, damn that was definitively better than the lime. She could very well slap him now and tell him to go to hell, but if that wasn't worth being slapped for, he didn’t know what would be.

There was, unmistakable in his meaning, the best pick up line he could come with. It showed confidence, skill…and he hoped, not cheesy.

[Abigail Sykes]

Abby smiled as he took down the shot. She was honestly expecting some other wine and dine, get into your pants line to come pouring from his lips. When he grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled Abby in for a kiss, the first thing her body did was tense and get ready to throw a punch. Her instincts had been for a long time that if she invited it was okay, but if they were forced, it wasn’t.

Technically though, he wasn’t forcing. There wasn’t any intense pressure keeping her face glued to his lips. His hand was just there, warm against her skin. It had been a while since she’d felt the touch of a man. Her body craved it, but her mind was screaming danger. Even if there wasn’t any, it was just reflex.

Abby pushed away from him and stumbled off her stool, gasping a bit. She gripped the edge of the bar, dipping her head, and trying not to react with violence. He was just a guy in a bar. He wasn’t trying to hurt her. Okay, so she didn’t know him well enough to know that for certain, but he didn’t seem the type.

A shiver went down her spin anyways. She counted to ten, slowing her breaths, and forcing the tension out of her shoulders. She was over reacting and she knew it, just being touched out of the blue put her on guard.

Despite that, the kiss had felt good. It was fiery, passionate, and she had felt an eagerness. If she had been aware of the kiss, her heart would be racing for a totally different reason. Instead her damn paranoia had snuck up on her. Squeezing her eyes shut, Abby sighed. She realized she probably looked like a fool to him, and that sooner or later she was going to have to straighten her spine and face the music.

“The sooner the better,” She thought. “At least you’ll have some of your dignity intact.”

Rolling her shoulders she reclaimed her seat and smiled weakly at him. “Sorry about that. I, uh, just wasn’t prepared.” It was a lame excuse, and she hoped he didn’t ask. “Let me get you another shot.”

She gestured to the bartender. “Hey another shot for my friend here.” She held up her glass. “And another drink for me.”
The bartender nodded and went about making their order. Abby felt like a horse’s ass. This guy probably thought her to be a complete idiot. Yet already she wanted more than just his lips on hers.

“Well you blew that chance sister.”

Shaking her head she looked over at him. “So, uh, let me make up for it?”

The bartender brought their drinks, and Abby paid for all of them. She sipped on her whiskey, waiting for his reply. She wouldn’t blame him if he went looking for someone else. Abby had acted like an idiot, she knew that whole heartedly. The past was the past, but the earlier events had her feeling especially helpless. It was a feeling she hated and wanted to be rid of. The alcohol was helping.

The taste of his lips still lingered on hers, and she realized that maybe she needed a little more than whiskey.

[richie]

Okay, maybe such a move hadn’t been the best idea.

His grin vanished when the girl seemed to hyperventilate and that she was about to pass out. Great, it wasn’t quite the reaction he expected when he kissed a girl, and that made him believe that his advance hadn’t been welcome and that he had just crossed the line there.

In the small silence that followed he tried to think of what to say, but he was so taken aback by her reaction that he couldn’t will a coherent phrase to leave his lips. Hell, what you’re supposed to say to a girl when you kiss her and she looks like she is about to pass out?

When he opened his mouth to say something in the awkward silence, she spoke first and gave him a weak smile. Richie still had half a mind to ask her if she wasn’t going to pass out.

“Another drink sounds alright,” he told her pulling of a smile of his own. And this time he better use the lime.

When the shot was poured before him, he grabbed it and gobbled it down, so quickly that had him coughing a little. Crap, man up Richie, you don’t want to pass of as a nancy. Taking the lime, he brought it up to his lips, letting the bitter and acid taste soothe the burning sensation in his mouth.

“So, let’s start over?” he asked with a more convincingly smile this time and offered a hand to her, “I’m Richie. And you are?”

Small talk, yeah, that could make it not so awkward for both of them he thought. Perhaps just a few drinks and a little chat was what was in store, but hey, if she was nice enough to buy a couple of shots for him it was the least he could do after shaking the poor girl to her core. Yeah, smooth Richie, very smooth man!

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at himself.

[Abigail Sykes]

Abby was glad when he accepted her offer of another drink. Hating it when she reacted that way, Abby silently yelled at herself. It had just caught her off guard. She hadn’t been suspecting it and her instincts kicked in, causing her to look like a fool when all the guy had been trying to do was kiss her. He probably thought she was a complete idiot.

“Smooth Abby, real smooth.”

She raised a brow when he started coughing a bit from the shot, and then introduced himself as Richie. Tilting her head to the side Abby gave him a once over. Broad shoulders, strong jaw, very kissable lips, despite her reaction from earlier. She ran her tongue lightly over her own lips, taking in the taste of him.

Squaring her shoulders, she smiled and shook his hand. “I’d like that,” She said in response to starting over. “I’m Abby.”

Waving the bartender over she paid him to leave the tequila bottle and two shot glasses. She swiveled in her stool so that she was facing Richie. Reaching over Abby poured them both a shot. “Well then, I guess that wasn’t the best you had after all?” She chuckled trying to lighten the mood.

Richie seemed like a nicer guy than most of the types that came into bars like this. After Abby’s reaction he could have gotten angry and stalked off, or not let her go and kept kissing her anyways. He hadn’t.

Though he probably thought she was meek. That was going to be hard to come back from. Abby knocked back her shot. “Aww screw it,” She said to herself before leaning in and kissing Richie passionately. She let herself get lost in the kiss, in the taste of his lips, in just the feeling of another a man.

After a few moments she broke the kiss and whispered. “I figured I owed you that.” Giving him a seductive smile, Abby poured two more shots.

[richie]

Giving her a friendly smile when she shook his hand, Richie nodded. “Nice to meet you Abby,” he said and rested his hand back at the bar.

Man, that had been a long day. It wasn’t just the long shift at the precinct or the boss screaming his head off – sometimes he wondered if the chief’s head would blow up when the man got all red and that vein of his forehead popped. And always he was disappointed when he didn’t blow up - but no, he was already used to that. It had been the case he was working on, racing against time to get the criminal before the man killed again.

But being a cop was in his blood, his mother was one and his father…well, he had no idea on that one, but he couldn’t care less for someone who didn’t bother to stick around to meet him. And it wasn’t about the playing catch with crap, it was acknowledging him like a son. He never knew who the bastard was.

He missed Tim, best friends since they were children, another kid of a cop that dreamed like him about following the parents line of work. They’d been hitting the bars together like this one had he been still alive, best damn friend and partner on the force he had ever had. Richie could have saved him, but he was too damned scared that if he did it would be him in a grave rotting away right now. Still there wasn’t a day he didn’t regret not using his powers to save him.

It might make him seem shallow, but it was his way of dealing with it. And endless string of booze and women to numb his mind. Crap, he could use another drink right about now.

Or that.

Suddenly, a set of lips crashed against his. It had been so unexpected that he almost fell of his stool, but took only a mere second to recompose himself and focus into the kiss. It was fiery and she lacked that tension she had when first made a move.

It had him smiling when she pulled back. He was glad she thought she owed him that even if she didn’t owe him anything at all. Those were nice lips she had on her.

Running a hand through his hair, he took the shot she poured him. “Not bad, I think I like better when you smile,” instead of looking like you’re about to pass out, he added mentally.

Raising his glass, he raised it in a toast.
“To making new friends?”

Man, she’d kiss him like that and keep paying for the booze and she would be his new best friend for the night.

[Abigail Sykes]

Abby raised her glass and clinked it against Richie’s. “To making new friends,” She repeated and downed the shot. Moving over
Abby took the open stool between them. She looked him up and down, taking in his strong jaw line and broad shoulders. He had an inviting smile, and vivid blue eyes that she figured most women got lost in. Abby wouldn’t. She would never let the current take her down, but she could swim in the depths of those eyes for a while.

She smiled over at him. “So then Richie, I take it your single?”

If he wasn’t she figured he would lie. Though the truth is, it wouldn’t matter to her. Abby wasn’t looking for a long term relationship or a long term affair. She wanted a romp in the sack to satisfy the urges that were coursing through her body. More importantly she wanted to forget the day and get lost in the night. It was easy to do in the midst of passion and lust. She hadn’t realized how much she needed it until she kissed him on her own terms.

With Abby wearing a tank top and jeans, there was no way that Richie could have by passed the claw mark scar on her shoulder, but he wasn’t staring or dwelling, which kicked up a few notches in Abby’s book. In fact, she was happy he hadn’t asked. Most people did and she came up with a lame excuse. Mainly the ones the cops had come up with. A bear attack.

It wasn’t true, not by a long shot, but the cops had wanted to have her committed for half a second when she told them the truth. At first they thought it was from the trauma, but when she persisted with her story, they thought perhaps Abby’s best bet would be to stay in a psychiatric ward for a while. That perhaps the incident had broken her mentally. It hadn’t, Abby knew what she saw, but she finally agreed with them, just to make the people around think she was sane enough to be discharged and into a group home that she quickly took off from.

Abby had learned her lesson then. Lie her ass off to keep people from knowing the truth. Never stay in one place to long. If she did people started asking questions Abby didn’t want to her answer, or people tried forming bonds with her, whether it be friendship or otherwise. Either way, she moved on. It was best that way.

Richie wasn’t wearing a wedding ring, but if he was out looking for a piece of ass, other than his wife, she didn’t figure he would wear one. She didn’t see a tan line where a wedding ring would have been either. Again, that didn’t mean anything. Though at the moment, Abby didn’t care. If he had a wife or girlfriend it was his problem, not Abby’s.

She poured more shots for them and quickly downed it. “You know what? Nevermind.” She waved the question off. “Don’t wanna know, don’t care.”

It was callous, but true. Abby didn’t plan on sticking around long enough to cause a commotion. Besides, he had kissed her first.

[richie]

When their glasses clinked together, he downed his shot just like she did and turned his head to gaze at her. Nice long legs? Check. Sexy curves under her clothes on her hips and chest? Check and check. Good looking rear? He leaned back slightly on his stool, check. A cute face and pretty kissable lips? Check and check.

A smile grew on his lips when he noticed she was checking him out as well.

Sure she had some scars and he was sure that there wasn’t a happy story about them. Looked like claw marks of some type. He thought about asking about them for a second, but it would probably be a turn off for her. Maybe later if there was a later? Thing was that the scars didn’t put him off at all.

And then she asked him if he was single. He clenched his teeth when he thought about him in a relationship. His commitment issues were what mad quite a few ladies hate his guts when he’d tell them ‘baby, I’m not ready for a relationship, but what we shared was very special to me’.

The only real relationship he ever had was with Julia, long ago. But it didn’t end well. They had that huge fight about him growing cold and distant and not being able to cope with his best friend’s death…don’t go there.

He was about to give her a ‘hell no’ as a reply when she said it didn’t matter. Richie raised a brow. For all his lose ways with women, he respect those who were in relationships. When a woman told him she was married, he would turn around and move away. His mother was the one to blame for raising him with a set of morals, God bless her.

“I’m single,” he replayed anyways, refilling their glasses. He frowned slightly, unsure of asking it at first, but he didn’t see any rings on her hand. So pushing one glass towards her, he asked. “What about you? No guy waiting back home for a sexy lady like you?”

Damned morals he couldn’t shake off!

[Abigail Sykes]

Abby rolled her eyes at the sexy lady line, but she gave a dry laugh at the question. Abby had never been in a relationship. Long term, short term, any term. There had never been a guy she went out and dated. Only ones she bedded. Relationships seemed long and complicated and more often than not people got hurt. She wasn’t taking that risk. Not after everything that had happened.

“No guy waiting back home,” She told him and then gestured the bartender for another whiskey.

Not that she really had a home, not anymore. Sure she still owned the house she had lived in with her father. If she was desperate she went back there. Abby tried really hard not to be desperate.

There were too many memories she didn’t want. Memories Abby worked hard to ignore. She did a pretty fair job of it too, except for when she was sleeping. She hadn’t found a way to keep the nightmares at bay yet. Being in New Orlean’s she wondered if maybe there was a voodoo priest or someone who could give her a concoction. It was worth a shot anyways.

The only sure fire thing she knew of to keep the nightmares away was to drink herself into a coma for the night. She looked Richie up and down again. If things were heading the way Abby hoped they were, she wouldn’t be able to do that tonight. Then, there probably wouldn’t be much sleeping involved either.

It had been a while since she’d fallen into bed with a man, and the last one wasn’t as pleasing to the eyes as Richie was. It was true sometimes you had to go ugly early, but Abby didn’t think that was going to happen tonight. He seemed just as eager as she was.
Well at least the kiss had made it seem that way.

The bartender came over and poured her another drink. Abby paid him and took a hefty swig before turning to smile at Richie. “Well then since we’re both single, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to do this again.”

She leaned forward a bit more slowly this time until her lips found his. She kissed him more gently this time, taking her time with it so she could enjoy the feeling of his mouth against hers. Reaching a hand up, she lightly traced her fingers up the back of his neck before settling them into his soft hair.

[richie]

He took one of the shot glasses he had just refilled and downed it before reaching for a lime to suck on. She didn’t have a guy waiting for her back home, that was good, that way he wouldn’t have a pesky conscience bothering him about the girl being married or anything. He did embellish the truth sometimes…oh alright, he lied through his teeth, but never pretended to love a girl just to get into her pants.

Damned morals.

It was better this way, lots of times it wasn’t even names involved. He’d look for the women that was just looking for a distraction like he was, a way to work off the stress and have some fun. Forget about problems for a while, and he knew he wanted to bury the ones that plagued his mind so deep that it wouldn’t ever see the light of day again.

He gave her a smirk and reached to the other glass he had refilled when she turned to her whiskey and downed it as well, allowing the burning sensation to slowly flow down his throat. He was at that point that the most he chugged down, the easier it got to down more.

That was the time when her lips moved towards him, there was no retreating from him, quite the contrary, he leaned forward and met her lips halfway. Pesky morals leaving his mind’s notice as he kissed her and allowed his tongue play catch with hers.

Moving his arms around her, he pulled her slightly closer, his right hand moving up and down her spine before his left hand moved slightly lower than that. Yes, she could kiss and after a while he parted the kiss reluctantly and raised a challenging brow.

“Is that all you intend on doing tonight? Because I can give you a few more ideas that would probably require a more…secluded place.”

Yeah, he was captain smooth wasn’t he?

[Abigail Sykes]

When Richie pulled Abby closer and trailed his fingers over her back she shuddered into him. His lips tasted good against hers. His hand felt warm against her skin and she sighed a bit when he broke the kiss. It had been so long since she’d had someone’s body pressed against hers or been wrapped in someone’s arms. Abby may not do relationships and she may not like being touched without her permission, but she still craved a man’s touch.

Right now she was craving Richie’s. He was handsome and there was passion in his deep blue eyes. She got a vibe from him that sometimes he wasn’t as happy as he’d like to show, but that wasn’t her business. If he wanted to talk about it, he would. It wasn’t her place to pry. If the evening went the way she hoped, she’d be gone before he woke in the morning.

She imagined Richie being all hard, defined muscle under his shirt. The thought of Abby running her hands over his skin made her shudder again. Her heart had picked up speed in anticipation, her libido already kicking into overdrive. She squeezed the edge of her seat, trying not to show just how much she was ready to leave. Eagerness was good, but she didn’t want to seem desperate.

Abby raised a brow at Richie’s statement. It was yet another corny statement, but somehow it seemed to work for him. It wasn’t forceful or egotistical, more like he just couldn’t seem to find the right thing to say. Giving him an impish smile Abby traced her finger lightly along his jaw line. She leaned in, letting her cheek brush against his, until her lips settled near his ear.

“Where did you have in mind?” Her warm breath flowed against his ear.

Pulling back Abby placed another chaste kiss on his lips before sitting back in her stool and sipping more of her whiskey. She let the lust she was feeling show in her eyes. Abby was anxious to get out of the bar and find a more secluded place. She didn’t know if Richie had his own place or if they would be getting a motel room for the night. Personally she didn’t care. Privacy was privacy and she was curious as to what kind of ideas Richie had in mind.

[richie]

Well alright, so maybe he wasn’t captain smooth, but heck the ladies seemed to like his way so why change it? And he had a hunch Abby wasn’t so much interested in how skilled he was on pick up lines even if his way of choice was to make a woman smile and feel comfortable enough to lose her clothes around him.

Sometimes he’d crash and burn…but he was persistent.

“I know a place not far from here, real cozy and we will have some privacy for the night.”

He wasn’t quite up to bring a girl he had just met in a place like the Dive to his place where she could find out he was a cop. He wasn’t getting any vibes from her, but people that usually frequented that bar weren’t so fond of cops, so the motel down the road seemed like a good option.

Moving one hand forward, he stroked her cheek before reaching over so his fingers tangled with her hair and he pulled her to him again to place a heated kiss upon her lips and then move over to nibble upon her ear and whisper.
“I’m sure I can keep you entertained.”

Letting go, he rose to his feet and offered a hand to her to see if she would come along with him. She seemed like she was into it, but you never knew with women and the way their minds worked. He had given up trying to understand it long ago…but maybe it was his drinking and fear of commitment, he wasn’t too sure of which.

“Want to leave this joint and go have some fun?”

[Abigail Sykes]

When Richie’s warm fingers brushed against her skin, Abby sighed in contentment. His lips were soft and supple against hers. It was a nice change from guys who just wanted to get it on and get it over with. They were always in a rush, but Richie seemed to have patience. He seemed like someone who knew how to make the night last. She gave Richie a throaty laugh when he mentioned keeping her entertained.

“Well now, I suppose we’ll have to see about that.” She let the heat she was feeling flow through her words.

When Richie got up and offered her a hand mentioning having some fun, Abby held up a finger gesturing to give her a moment. She turned back to the bartender and bought another bottle, quickly paying for it and leaving him a good tip. “Thanks for the drinks.”

She turned back to Richie and smiled. “Well now we can’t forget the tequila.” She grabbed her jacket off the back of her chair, laying it over the arm that was holding the tequila. Taking Richie’s hand she stood and felt a bit of a buzz wash over her. She figured they were probably going to take Richie’s car, so she’d have to grab a cab in the morning to get back to her truck.

Then again pending on how far away this place was, Abby may just be able to walk back. She didn’t like being around when the guy woke up. It was easier that way. There was no awkwardness or need to say goodbye. She would just be gone, and they would just have memories of a fun night together. Well hopefully it would be fun and hopefully they had memories. The latter would depend on how much tequila they drank.

Abby stood on her tiptoes and tucked her head into Richie’s neck, making a trail of kisses to his ear. “Lead on then, Casanova.”