“You better be. Or you put me at risk of losing my liquor license. And going to jail.” The threat in his voice was more jesting than anything. She didn’t look too young to be drinking in his bar. Besides his other business dealings were vastly more likely to land him in jail one way or another than potential alcohol sales to the under-aged. It always found a way to get him in trouble.
Anton finished straightening out his sleeves. Pushing the thoughts from his mind, he snagged the glass from the bar and turned away to make yet another drink for his new favorite patron. He stopped his work to laugh at her even turning his head to watch over his shoulder as she imitated a southern accent.
“See. I just knew you were jailbait.” He accused with a jeer. With the new drink in hand, he picked up the soaked napkin on the bar in front of her and replaced it with a dry one before setting the drink down. The soiled napkin was tossed away into the bin. "Luckily for you I'm a shady bartender at a shady bar. So enjoy your night off the farm. Daddy will never know."
He planted himself in front of her arms folded over his chest defensively when she asked about his relationship status. “Damn. Straight to the personal questions.” He tsked as if he hadn't done the same to her. Anton made a business out of knowing about others; he usually didn’t talk about himself. And that was mostly for his own safety. The less others knew about him the better. And yet here he was willing to give up some information about himself. If only for a pretty face in a tight skirt. He could work on that whole discipline thing some other time when a hottie from uptown wasn't batting eyelashes at him.
“I would feel way more guilty about flirting with my customers if I had a girlfriend. But I’m single so.” He shrugged his shoulders in an ‘oh well’ gesture. “Guilt free flirting for me, I suppose.” He didn't seem terribly enthused by this one up-side to being unattached to someone.
Anton, in fact, had not been in a relationship since the one that had resulted in his lycanthropy transmission, which he kept a secret. He didn’t know how to go about physical romantic relationships anymore. Was it something like herpes that kind of demanded a full disclosure first? He certainly wished he had been informed before taking the plunge. It would have spared him a lot of later heartache and complication in his life. Not being clear on the rules or whether his condition would be a turnoff, Anton just stuck with online dating over the past year to cure the loneliness and keep his distance while he navigated his new life.
Anton finished straightening out his sleeves. Pushing the thoughts from his mind, he snagged the glass from the bar and turned away to make yet another drink for his new favorite patron. He stopped his work to laugh at her even turning his head to watch over his shoulder as she imitated a southern accent.
“See. I just knew you were jailbait.” He accused with a jeer. With the new drink in hand, he picked up the soaked napkin on the bar in front of her and replaced it with a dry one before setting the drink down. The soiled napkin was tossed away into the bin. "Luckily for you I'm a shady bartender at a shady bar. So enjoy your night off the farm. Daddy will never know."
He planted himself in front of her arms folded over his chest defensively when she asked about his relationship status. “Damn. Straight to the personal questions.” He tsked as if he hadn't done the same to her. Anton made a business out of knowing about others; he usually didn’t talk about himself. And that was mostly for his own safety. The less others knew about him the better. And yet here he was willing to give up some information about himself. If only for a pretty face in a tight skirt. He could work on that whole discipline thing some other time when a hottie from uptown wasn't batting eyelashes at him.
“I would feel way more guilty about flirting with my customers if I had a girlfriend. But I’m single so.” He shrugged his shoulders in an ‘oh well’ gesture. “Guilt free flirting for me, I suppose.” He didn't seem terribly enthused by this one up-side to being unattached to someone.
Anton, in fact, had not been in a relationship since the one that had resulted in his lycanthropy transmission, which he kept a secret. He didn’t know how to go about physical romantic relationships anymore. Was it something like herpes that kind of demanded a full disclosure first? He certainly wished he had been informed before taking the plunge. It would have spared him a lot of later heartache and complication in his life. Not being clear on the rules or whether his condition would be a turnoff, Anton just stuck with online dating over the past year to cure the loneliness and keep his distance while he navigated his new life.
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