Endless Love (Lilac)
#3 of Endless Love
Lilac
I smile flashing my innocent smile as I sip on my drink. I flutter my eyes, pursing my lips as I drink my drink staring at the bartender. My drink gets cold and wet, my hands slipping and sliding on my tall frosty glass. I smile lifting my head in a proud gesture smelling something vaguely familiar but the scent not giving my brain any ideas. I watch how the bartender moves, his muscles flexing, his beautiful dark brown hair falling into his eyes and he moves it so he can see what he's doing.
I giggle this bartender is strangely making my sex all tinglly and hot. My breathing starts to come fast as my body heats up with lust, I shiver tugging at my shirt gently as I wonder why this mortal has such a strong sexual result on me. I watch him calculating what I should do, I smile getting an idea.
"Mister Bartender I don't have any money to pay for this mind taking me down to your dungeon and punish me?" I say in my flirty voice watching him carefully. He stares blankly at me completely bewildered by my comment, "Sorry you don't need a punishment, your beauty paid for this one."
He gives me another drink smiling. I stare now it's me who is the bewildered one as my mouth hangs open a little, I close it my lips turning up into a dazzling smile, "Well I don't think my beauty does much in this situation how about I repay you by riding your train into my tunnel?"
He laughs at the comment, smiling happily at me now. "If only you were the conductor for my train." His lips turn into a big grin as he turns around making himself a drink. I laugh happy now I got my fillings of that man's soul and I might have an actually conversation from my whole 2000 years.
I lick my lips watching his bum. "Nice bum where you from?" He smiles looking back at me, "England, but it's been a long time since I've been there, what about you?" I laugh a little looking down and mutter, "hell and back." I smile and look at him "right here sweetheart, Chicago is my home town." He looks at me, "really now? I've always loved this place; it has something the rest of the world doesn't."
He looks at the wall, taking a shot of the spritzer he just made for himself. I look at you, and then look around the bar, "pretty girls?" I stand up putting money on your counter and go to turn around. He smiles at me, "Sometimes, but it is something a little more special than that."
He takes out a pen, writing a number on a piece of paper placing it on the counter, "you see like a good person, call me if you ever need anything." He takes the money and begins making himself another drink. I smile and take the number walking to the alley opening my wings and flying away.