I notice he has one of those fancy watches too, and I wonder why he would be in a bar like this. Doesn’t really seem like his scene.
My curiosity leads my eyes to scan over his body more. He has broad shoulders and toned muscles that I can tell he has even under his jacket. His tie is loose at the neck like he is trying to relax after a long day at the office. His hand is rubbing at his neck as he takes a seat and that's when my eyes move to his face.
His straight jaw and nose perfectly go with his bright green eyes that have thick eyelashes and sit under dark, masculne eyebrows. I have never seen eyes so vibrant and colorful in real life. They draw you in so you can't help but stare, and it feels as if he is looking right back at you into your soul. Oh shit!
He is l
ooking at me. Right at me. Staring at him.
His mouth tips up on one side with a knowing smirk, and my eyes widen as I quickly look away. My face heats and I can't tell if it is from the alcohol or the embarrassment of being caught gawking. I spin my straw around in my drink to busy myself.
Suddenly, the bartender shouts over to the mystery man. "Hey Dean, want your usual?"
The man, "Dean," nods his head, and the bartender walks toward me with my two shots.
"One shot of whiskey and one shot of coffee vodka, with chocolate syrup and whipped cream on top."
The bartender sets the drinks down in front of me, and my eyes glance over to Dean. A full blow smile grows on his face. Of course his teeth are bright white and perfectly straight. Is there anything wrong with this man? He holds up his hand. "Hey Craig, I changed my mind. I'll take that as well." He nods his head in the direction of my two shots. Craig smiles and goes to begin making him the two shots as well.
Dean smiles at me and gets up from his seat around the corner of the bar. He takes his jacket off and starts walking toward me. I swear it was like he was moving in slow motion the way he looks so perfect doing something completely ordinary.
Then he is suddenly right next to me and sitting down on the barstool next to me. I feel my heart beat pick up a little.
"Interesting choice of drinks you have there." he says with a grin as he sets his jacket on the back of the stool and begins rolling up his dress shirt sleeves, exposing his magnificent forearms.
My heart rate picks up another few notches. Is he flirting with me? No. There's no way. He is obviously older than me. Probably mid-thirties. He wouldn't be interested in a twenty-one year old getting wasted on her birthday. He’s probably just bored.
I give him a small smile. "I wanted to have a variety to figure out what I like, being legal now and everything." I gesture towards myself thinking I am showing him it is my birthday from my fancy dress and birthday crown, but then I realize I am just moving my hand up and down my body showing off my slightly too skimpy dress. His eyebrows shoot up and my mouth drops open in shock and embarrassment. .
"I mean legally allowed to drink." I quickly add.
He smiles at that. "I see, Happy Birthday." he points up to my crown and I give an awkward smile back.
Then he continues. "And did you? Did you figure out what it is you like?"
The way his smirk follows that question makes me think he is talking about more than just alcoholic beverages.
I try to play it cool and shrug. "I haven't tried them all yet."
I reach for my shot glasses and down the whiskey first. It burns my throat as it goes down and my eyes start to water. I quickly reach for the coffee shot and throw it back. The whip cream helps to ease the burn from the whiskey.
Craig comes over with Dean’s shots and he tips his head back as he downs them both as well, just in the opposite order with the whiskey being the chaser to the coffee shot.
After he sets his shot glasses back on the bar, he turns to me. "Can I buy the birthday girl a drink?"
I feel my confidence starting to return again after the alcohol from the two shots start to hit me. I nod my head yes at Dean and he turns back to the bartender.. "Craig, I'll take my usual now and one..." he looks at me in question to see what I would like.
I lift my shoulders like I don’t know. "You probably know more than I do."
He laughs. "I usually just drink scotch."
I know I don't want any more straight up alcohol drinks. "Sex on the Beach."
Dean bites his bottom lip to hold back a grin like he knows I just chose that drink to bring sex into the conversation.
The little bit of sober me left inside knows I don't hook up with random strangers I meet at bars especially since I just broke up with my boyfriend. Did we break up? Not contacting your girlfriend on her birthday means you broke up? Right? But I can’t help but entertain the idea of being with Dean. I mean how could I not? Look at the man.
Still, I don’t want him to get the wrong idea so I quickly add on, "I like anything with peach. It makes it go down your throat so much smoother." I stop. Jesus. Did I just make a blow job reference? He's at me smirking again. Why can’t I be normal?