Chapter 56
Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
I rave no more 'gainst time or fate,
For, lo! my own shall come to me.
- John Burroughs
Warnings/Bonuses: Adult themes. Coarse language. Mild sexual reference.
12 Tabor Street, Sicily. December 7, 2005. 10:04 pm
The barmaid set a beer down on the table in front of Daniel, noting that his eyes remained focused on the phone already laying there. “Those things work both ways you know,” she said.
He glanced up at her and mumbled, “Sorry?”
She studied him for a moment and them gave him a wide, knowing grin, “I don't mean to pry, but you've been staring at your phone all night, like you are hoping it's going to ring. From my experience, if you want to talk to someone that bad, its best to just pick it up and dial the number.”
He gave the screen a quick check before replying, “It is not that simple.”
She gave him a wink and turned tight on her heels, saying as she walked away, “It never is, doll.”
Fleming Street, Kingston. December 7, 2005. 10:04 pm
245 Piccadilly Road, Greenhill. December 7, 2005. 10:04 pm
Katia shook her head, defeated, “So how am I supposed to do this?”
“Concentrate,” Kieran said with a hint of smugness.
“On what?” she complained.
Placing his had tight against his chest, he gave her a quick nod, “Me.”
She let out a groan, “You're joking right? I don't think I want to see inside your head.”
“I am willingly offering myself for you for convenience sake, you may as well take advantage of me.” He gave her an impish grin, and by her reaction, he was much more amused by the suggestion than she was. “ I doubt you will even be successful for a start,” he said.
“You know just how to inspire a girl don't you?”
He taunted her playfully, “Just think of how you will be able to laud it over me that you were able to best me.”
12 Tabor Street, Sicily. December 7, 2005. 10:21 pm
The barmaid leaned against the table and ran her tongue across her lips. “Anything else I can get you doll?” she asked with a flirtatious smile.
Daniel leaned back and replied, “You could tell me what time you get off work.”
She tilted her head to the side and asked, “What about the person you were waiting to hear from?”
He flinched a little on in the inside, but was careful to not let it show, “I met someone that interests me more,” he said.
“Cheeky devil,” she laughed back.
Daniel shrugged, answering, “You are the one who said I should take a chance when it comes to these things.”
She pursed her lips and tilted her head from side to side, mocking being deep in though. Finally she said, “I have to close up tonight, but I should be done about 11:30 if you reckon I might be worth waiting for.”
He nodded and said, “I will be right here.”
Fleming Street, Kingston. December 7, 2005. 10:21 pm
245 Piccadilly Road, Greenhill. December 7, 2005. 10:04 pm
12 Tabor Street, Sicily. December 7, 2005. 11:37 pm
Daniel's finger hovered over the buttons of the jukebox as he read through the selections. The barmaid walked up behind him, pressing her body against his. “Find anything interesting?” she asked over his shoulder.
He turned around carefully, making sure to not loose contact with her. When he was facing her, he ran his hand up her back and pulled her tight against him. With a wink he said, “She just got here.”
to be continued
Note: This was a kind of quiet one, but sort of not. If that makes any sense. I can't believe this took quite this long for me to get done. I blame heat waves, crappy moods and having to help the nephew move into his new place.