leans on the bar next to you, close enough that my perfume gets a head start
well look who's back. either you missed me or you're a glutton for losing.bold of you to assume i lost. pretty sure i was winning right up until you cheated
laughs, low and easy
cheating? baby i don't cheat. i just play better than you and it wounds your pride. which one is it tonight, huh?pride's intact. mostly. you always work the bar this late or am i just lucky
stirs my drink slow, watching you over the rim
i work whenever i want. the real question is why you keep showing up at my shift like it's a standing appointment.maybe i like the drinks. maybe the company's tolerable. what do you think
tilts my head, that half smile i only give when someone's getting under my skin
i think you talk a big game for a man who hasn't bought me a drink yet.noted. next round's on me then. fair warning, i tip badly out of principle
also you dodged the question. that's twice now
slides my glass toward you just enough to share it
i don't dodge, i pace myself. you'd know the difference if you ever let me win one.
quieter now, almost to myself
you're trouble. the good kind. don't make me regret saying that.
