Page 5 of Painting Her Fate

I’m beginning to wonder if he can see I’m becoming rather bored.

Yet another of my deceptions I have up my sleeve with men. Use them for my own gain, reachmypleasure point of satisfaction, then leave them wrung out when I’ve had my fill of them.

They always come crying back for more. Too bad, so sad. Time to move on. *spiteful* No hard feelings, love.

Anyway…

I knew this band two years ago when they had their first gig here at

Tally’s. I found my new conquest with him. That first night he tried getting in my bed and when I finally agreed, I grabbed his chin, looked him straight in the eye, and forewarned him that he couldn’t handle me, that I was not what he needed. That I am far from girlfriend material. He told me he had no intentions of being in a relationship and only wanted a casual shag now and again.

It’s all I wanted, so to speak. We were in agreement, or so I thought. I can tell his feelings are beginning to grow.

Makes me ill just thinking about it.

With the band now at the bar Zane couldn’t sit in his usual seat due to Dex’s on again, off again blonde and big boobed Uni lass sitting next to him. Instead, he blocked the entrance to the bar and summoned me to him. Once I finished pouring the band members’ pints, I made my way to him but not before giving him a good once over. He exuded delectability, and bad boy swagger, wrapped in a bow of sweet tenderness.That, right there. Too good for me.

Zane’s trademark shoulder length wavy black hair, chiseled jaw with a dusting of facial hair, soulful blue eyes full of wicked intent, and that panty melting grin; no doubt he will make a girl happy someday.

Just not this lass.

“You gettin’ on okay?” His gravelly voice washed over me as he spoke.

I give him my usual shrug; he knows how it’s been without me saying it. I do this job for the fun of it; to help Patrick when he is in a bind.

Zane kissed me lightly, one I don’t return and instead, I push off. I’m not one for public affection. He knows this. A look of disappointment crosses his features before he schools them and changes the subject.

“The band was given some of the best news tonight.” His face lights with enthusiasm.

“Fuck yeah, we did! Let’s celebrate, mates! `Round of shots on me!” Ian shouts and slaps the bar. Ryker grabs his shoulder and gives him a shake as they chuckle together.Those two can create havoc together if consumed too many beverages…

Hoots and cheers from the whole band ensues as I fill five shot glasses of Fireball whiskey, Ian’s choice of spirit. He’s still young yet. Still time to learn of all the better options out there.

Ryker is a tequila man. Dex tends to stick to beer but does enjoy the

frilly mixers. Don’t tell him I said that though. He doesn’t ask for those with his mates around; they’d call him a pansy and never let it go. That must be why he keeps that blonde buffoon around, so he can buy drinks and sneak them. I’m catching on to you, Dex. Nate enjoys gin but will down just about anything thrown his way, and Zane favors whisky, but I’m pretty sure it’s because that is my drink of choice. Not that I drink often but when I do, it’s what the Scots make; my ancestors would roll in their grave if I did not at least partake.

Each band member takes a shot glass, they all raise them high, spout off, ‘to new adventures!’, then clink their glasses together and guzzle down the contents.

Dex slams his glass top down and cringes. “How the fuck do you drink

that shite mate? It’s fuckin’ gross.” He sticks his tongue out and a sour face takes over, “Yuck.” He grabs his half a pint, slamming the rest of it then sighing in relief once the burn is gone.

The tiny Uni girl of the night gives a giggle and leans into him, running her bright pink fingernails through his sweat strewn black and green hair. Her girly tone, constant fake giggling, and too tight clothing are enough to set me off, but I hold back my eye roll as she speaks.

“Oh my gosh Dex,” *Giggle*, “You handled that better than I would’ve.” *Giggle*, “I’m going to go dance with my mates, you should join us.” She winks at him then gives me a snooty chin lift and hops off the stool.Whatever.

I lift a brow to Dex and give him a look of,‘really? Can’t you do any better than that?’ look. He shrugs and sends me a cheeky wink, the bugger.

Mark my words, one of these days he is going to catch something from one of these lassies, and I shall laugh. I’ve warned him enough.

Ian laughs and grabs Dex’s shoulder giving him a friendly shake, “It burns so good my brother.” Leaning back, he raises his shot glass then shouts to the rest of the band, “Time for another!”

Dex grimaces in disgust, “I’ll stick to my stout, thanks.” Before he had to ask, I had his pint refilled for him.

This lass knows how most nights with these gents tend to go; One celebratory shot after they play, however, tonight sounds like it may be a few more. Dex will have a total of three pints and flirt with three or four girls, the Uni lass and her friends presumably. He is such a knobhead. Nate will nurse his one pint while he finds a lass and buys her drinks, then they will head back to his place to continue the fun. Ian will be quiet after this last shot and begin to come down from the adrenaline high of the night and might fall asleep on the ride home. Ryker will be himself, act like a recluse the rest of the night and turn down at least two women who want in his trousers. That man has a deep history within. He will be the one to get Ian home safe to the flat that he, Ryker, and Zane all share.

Two years is enough time to learn these boys. A bartender knows her regulars.

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