Falling From Disgrace
Jack looked impressed and said, “I might have to read one of those books.”
He needed to leave her side to take up his post behind the bar and pour drinks but anytime he was idle he went to stand near her.
“That guy’s an asshole,” Jack huffed after pouring another scotch and soda for the guy hanging out at the other end of the bar.
“He seems quiet, how can you tell?” Adrianna asked appraising the man. He looked to be in his forties, with thinning hair, and dressed in a smart business suit. While he nursed his scotch his eyes never left the phone in his hands, reading something on the screen that must have been pretty engrossing.
“He’s drinking scotch. All scotch drinkers are assholes,” he stated matter-of-factly.
“Is that right? Can you tell a lot from a person from what they order, Yoda?”
“Oh hell, yeah,” he said. “Let me enlighten you, young Jedi. Domestic beer means you have no imagination. Wine, you’re just as boring but you want to appear classy to those around you. If you order a margarita, you’re not much of a drinker and probably an insurance agent trying to let loose on a weekend. Vodka or Rum mixed with anything means you’re most likely underage and using a fake ID, and if you order a martini, you’re a total douche.”
Adrianna couldn’t help but grin at his tirade. He was just too cute.
“Are there any drinks that don’t make you an asshole or a douche?” she asked.
“Sure,” he said, leaning down on his folded arms on the bar. “You drink whiskey, you’re cool. You don’t give a fuck about anyone or anything and you’re out just looking to have a good time.”
“Is that all?” Adrianna paused to light a cigarette. “What about me?” She gestured towards her gin and tonic sitting in front of her.
“Ah, now there’s a telling drink,” Jack drawled. “A gin and tonic girl is... comfortable. She knows what she wants and isn’t trying to impress anyone.” He leaned further in towards her before continuing, staring into her big, brown eyes. “She’s fun to hang out with because she’s not pretentious in any way and you’ll always wonder what’s going on in that beautiful head of hers.”
“That’s a lot you can tell about one little drink,” Adrianna whispered.
“There’s one more thing,” Jack said, jerking his head to let her know to come closer to him. When she stretched across the bar he purred, “She’s fucking amazing in bed,” and flicked his tongue over her earlobe.
Flushing a brilliant shade of crimson, Adrianna looked at the clock hanging over the bar. “How much longer ‘til closing?”
A few hours later, Adrianna emerged from the restroom, refreshed and refueled. It was still a half hour until official closing time but the place was empty and Jack had sent the rest of the staff home. They were the only two left in the bar.
While Jack counted out the register till, Adrianna took her first good look at Loki’s. She hadn’t been bothered to notice it before, but the place was really eclectic in a funky looking way. None of the tables, chairs, or barstools matched. In one corner there was a table that looked like it was from a diner from the fifties, with chrome sides and a glittery red top. On the other side, there was a round table with a mosaic design in the shape of a tiger. All the tables in between were different and the chairs were just as diverse. He had everything from high-back winged chairs to wooden stools. Around the bar were padded seats with all different types of patterned fabric, solid black to pink with white polka dots.
Jack came out from behind the bar to find Adrianna standing in the middle of the floor looking around her.
“Quite a varied taste you have, huh?” she asked him.
He shrugged, pulling her into his arms. “Makes it more interesting this way, I think. At least there’s something for everyone in here.”
“There certainly is. You’re set to serve Queen Elizabeth or Larry the Cable Guy in this place.”
Jack chuckled and then leaned down to kiss her. He wasn’t interested in talking anymore. He had waited all night to be alone with her and he didn’t want to waste it. Adrianna had other ideas though.