Sep 19, 2007 22:25
Pulling a rag from her belt, Hannah wiped the bar clean, then turned to a customer. "What can I get you?"
"Shot of firewhiskey and a date," the young man said. He was a good looking guy. . . but he wasn't Zach.
Hannah poured the shot and pushed it towards him with a grin. "There's your shot but I'm afraid I'll have to pass on the date."
The man frowned and downed his shot. "You sure about that sweetheart? I could make it worth your while." He reached his hand over and quickly grabbed Hannah's wrist.
"I'm sure you could," she said firmly, yanking her hand back. "But I said I'd pass. Now I suggest you back off before I have to call in someone a little bigger." Nodding over to the large security officer at the corner of the bar. At that the man seemed to take a hint and walked away, leaving Hannah to continue wiping the counter.
night,
rp,
zach,
hannah