Chapter 3 Greek god in tattoos

Chapter Three: Greek god in tattoos

Before I could say anything else the bartender was already beside us.

"Would you girls like anything else," He asked moving his gaze from Stacy to me, then back to Stacy.

"Yeah, are there any specials on the list" Stacy voiced out in a seductive low voice while playing with a strand of her hair, the mischievous smile still lingering on her lips.

"Depends on what type of special you want," The bartender replied, a smile also resting on his lips, he turned his gaze to me, his gaze lingering on my face a while longer before he shifted them back to Stacy."I see you brought a friend today and a beautiful one at that," he turned back to me giving me a light nod in acknowledgment and I just waved a hand, he then shifted his gaze to Stacy." I rarely ever see you with anyone, this is new."

"Hmm, She's a childhood friend of mine" Stacy hummed, climbing off the chair, her gaze never leaving his," And of course, what were you expecting, birds of a feather always flock together, a pretty girl such as myself is bound to have.."She paused slightly, tilting her head, as she let her hand trail down his muscular arm, and only coming to a stop at the elbow," Beautiful friends as well."

"I see, I can't argue with that" The bartender agreed.

"Speaking of pretty girls looks like your fan girls are missing you, " She used her eyes to point at the group of girls from before then she moved her gaze back to him."I wouldn't want them to get the wrong impression about us, so I'll just get straight to giving my orders,"

Stacey started to play with her hair again, gazing at him with seductive eyes, while flashing him her signature killer smile.

At least that's what she calls it.

The bartender could only smile at her while listening to her make her orders.

"Anything else?" The bartender inquired when Stacy suddenly stopped talking.

"No, that would be all but..." Stacy bit her lower lips." What about your co-worker?" She fluttered her lashes."You know the tall, muscular one with striking green eyes."

"I don't know, you'll have to be more specific, we've got a lot of tall muscular workers with green eyes."

"No, this one's different, it's hard not to notice him, you should know him, he started work a week ago, extremely hot and looks like a Greek god with tattoos, I'm sure a lot of ladies have asked about him already, I think you guys call him Cinco."

She leaned into his ears whispering something I couldn't quite get because of the loud music in the background, then he whispered something back to her.

She chuckled slightly before she bit his earlobe.

I felt my eyes almost pop out of their sockets at the level of her boldness.

What the hell, I wanted to scream at her over her confidence, she seemed very smug with what she was doing, and I couldn't help but wonder, just how many times she had flirted so boldly.

Stacy and I are complete opposites, she is brave, social, and very bold, like really bold, especially in situations, I wasn't sure I could ever be, I could say I'm brave, maybe a little social depending on the situation but being bold, I wasn't so sure about that.

But then again I could be tough and bold if I wanted to.

I could see the grumpy look on the faces of the girls from before. They looked like they were ready to kill someone, but Stacy seemed to be unfazed by them, I could only wonder how long it would take before things went south.

I averted my gaze from the drama unfolding before my eyes, a sigh escaping my lips as I gazed around in absolute boredom.

I thought that going to the club would be a good distraction for me but I was wrong to think I could escape from reality.

Going to the club didn't change anything, it didn't change the fact that my world was falling apart and I couldn't do anything, it was only a matter of time before...

"Serena"

"Serena"

"Yeah?" I blurted out, bringing my thoughts back to the present.

She raised a brow while giving me a look and then it instantly clicked.

"Everything okay? I think you completely zoned out for a moment there," Stacey gazed at me with a slightly worried expression."I've called your name like five times now, should I be worried?"

I instantly felt like face-palming myself for letting my thoughts wander off the way I did, how was I supposed to convince her now that everything was okay?

Think Serena, think.

"I was listening to the Lyrics of the song, and it's really good, who sang it?"

She gave me a worried look immediately after these words left my lips.

"What?" I inquired, not understanding why she was looking so worried.

"It's an upbeat instrumental, it doesn't have any lyrics,"

I felt like I died of embarrassment and came back when Stacy said that, now she looked even more worried.

I was so cut up with everything that I didn't even consider the music in the background and just blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

A blush crept to my cheeks out of embarrassment and I felt like the earth should instantly open and swallow me, it didn't help matters that the bartender was still standing right next to us.

"Oh is that so, I guess it must be the drinks, it's making me hear things" I laughed awkwardly before I quickly changed the subject to save myself from further embarrassment." Anyways, you wanted to say something?"

"Yes," Stacy affirmed, I could tell she was still worried but decided to accept my excuse for now.

"He wanted to take your order" She turned to the bartender, and I also shifted my gaze to him.

" I want to know if you'd like any drink in particular, I heard you didn't like the last one you had,"

"No, I don't have anything special in mind, actually I'm about to leave so I'll just have a bottle of water to sober up,"

He nodded his head and with that, he left to get our orders

"What was that spacing out about? should I be worried?"

I struggled not to roll my eyes at Stacy's words.

"I think the more important matter here is how brave you've become."

"I'm always this brave honey."

"You could have at least spared my innocent eyes,"

"I'm just giving you tips on a thing or two."

"I think I'll pass on that, I'm okay being me,"

"Suit your self girl."

The bartender came back with the drinks, Stacy and I ordered and I was thankful for the bottle of water.

"Thank you," I couldn't help but appreciate.

"You're most welcome,"

He turned to Stacy, giving her a wink before he went back to tending to one thing or the other.

I noticed Stacy's gaze linger on his frame before he disappeared into the dim light.

Stacy then turned her gaze back to me, stretching out a hand, with a glass of liquor.

"I only ordered a bottle of water, those are all you."

"I know but you should know that I'm generous, I ordered this one for you, and trust me you'll love this one."

"Need I remind you that I'm leaving this club when this water gets into my system."

"It's just a glass Serena, trust me you'll like this one, it has low alcohol content and taste's sweet."

With an exhausted sigh, I excepted the glass, taking a few sips of it at first.

I squinted my eyes, expecting it would be as bad as the first but it wasn't, it actually tasted sweet.

"See I told you, you'd like it."

Silence befell us once more, and I noticed Stacy's eyes moving around the club as if in search of someone.

"If I didn't know better, for a moment, I was almost starting to think something was going on between you and that bartender." I joked.

"What if there is?"Stacy meets my gaze and I could a serious look in her eyes.

I was at a loss for words, was she really serious? I tried not to take her words seriously but I she didn't seem to be joking when she spoke.

I mean I wasn't against her choices in men but with her position in the pack, I felt like their relationship was not possible, it had no future.

I decided not to dig into it, and change the subject.

"I'm afraid he would get jealous with the way you were asking about that other guy while at the same time flirting with him."

She chuckled slightly.

"Maybe that's what I want, for him to get jealous," Stacy said, sipping her drink."And for the record, I wasn't asking about the guy for my sake, I was asking for yours,"

"Really now, it's really amusing how you assume that you know why type of guy, I never remembered having such conversations with you,"

"Let's say I'm good at matchmaking,"

"Interesting" I dropped the glass of liquor on the table. "And you assume my type of guy is tall, muscular, tattooed, and looks like a Greek god" I struggled not to laugh at my own words.

I felt like her words were too exaggerated, she might just be giving the dude too much credit.

"Well, you know what they say, opposites attract."

"Now I find it very irresponsible of you to think that such a man is perfect for me, I mean with the way you described him, he sounded like the typical heartbreaker."

"I never said perfect and don't you go judging a book by its covers, I just feel like that's the persona he gives when anyone sees him, and not the real him, he could be one of those tough guys with a really soft side to the girl he loves." Stacy raised her hands in the air, in a defensive manner."And I do believe such a man would be good for you," She paused for a moment," Her right hand on her jaw, adopting a posture of one in deep thought " I really think a cool guy with mafia vibes might be just what you need to spice up this boring life of yours,"

"Wow, that one theory you've got there, and how long did you say you've known this person."

"I can't say we are acquaintances but it's just like I said, I'm a good judge of character, and he did leave quite the impression on me on our first encounter,"

"If he's as good and handsome as you say he is why don't you date him? I mean from the description he seems to be your type."

"He turned me down," Stacy muttered sadly.

"Ouch, then he's lacking go taste."I chuckled.

"Don't try to make me feel better and besides I'm glad he did, the relationship would have never worked, physically he is my type of guy but then I realized I didn't really have feelings for him, I was only attracted to him."

"And so you think things might work out if it's me"

"Yeah, I think you're totally his type,"

"You seem to be forgetting that you're friend here is betrothed,"

"Being betrothed and married aren't the same things,"

"I'm soon to be married how about that, shouldn't having something with any man right now be regarded as being scandalous."

"Well, I would never marry a man I hold no affections for, "I noticed the sudden seriousness in her voice.

"You say it like I have a choice."

"You have a choice Serena, there is always another choice, but knowing you, you wouldn't pick it, If I were in your shoes I would never continue with the wedding."

When she said those words I could swear I saw a flash of something in her eyes, something I couldn't quite place my finger on.

Knowing Stacy was in a similar situation as I was, I could understand why she would want a different option, and it would be more difficult If she already had someone she actually loved.

I couldn't help but wonder if there was already someone she loved that pushed her to speak in such a way.

I took a sip of my drink, deciding not to press on the matter, closing my eyes to enjoy the taste.

"Do you wanna go wild on the dance floor?"

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