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I watch her slide her hand into the back pocket of some high-waisted shorts she’s wearing. Up until this moment, I never realized how much emphasis that style puts on a girl’s waist. I wonder if I could span my hands completely around her there. Maybe, one day, she’ll let me try.
My inappropriate thoughts are cut off by the jingle of keys in my face.
“I might have to draw some directions on a napkin for you to figure out where I parked.”
“Don’t worry; we saw it when we were driving in.”
My eyes lock on a bead of sweat running down Holly’s neck. I have a clear view because she’s pulled her short hair up into a ponytail with only a few strands falling down in the back. The drop of perspiration traces its way from her shoulder to her collarbone and then disappears beneath the neck of her tank top, straight into the valley between her breasts. My dirty imagination is back in full force as I picture letting my tongue follow the same path.
“Now, who are these handsome gentlemen you have congregating down here, and why don’t they have drinks yet?” These husky words come from the other bartender, who has meandered her way to Holly’s section.
I wonder if there’s competition for customers and tips, but Holly’s smile is genuine when she glances at the other woman.
“This is Ben.”
The girl’s face shows a flash of recognition at the sound of my name. I’m not ashamed to admit, I’m filled with a swell of happiness, knowing that Holly has mentioned me to other people.
“This is Jasper, from my marketing class. And then Sammy here is Ben and Jasper’s roommate. Everybody, this is Terra, my roommate slash coworker slash butt-saver for getting me a well-paying job, so I can actually afford rent.”
Terra wraps Holly in a one-armed hug at the praise as she waves at us all.
“Now, because of Ben’s generosity, you are all lucky enough to receive one free drink of your choice. What’ll it be, my good sirs?”
Terra leaves Holly to take our orders as more customers appear.
“Holly, you don’t owe me anything. Seriously.”
“I’ll take a whiskey, neat. Jameson, if you’ve got it.” Apparently, Jasper isn’t above cashing in my favors.
Holly smirks and reaches for a bottle on the shelf behind her. Not five seconds later, he’s sipping from his glass, a content curve to his mouth.
“And you, Sammy?”
“Huh?”
This whole time, my roommate has been glancing back at the dance floor, an expression of longing on his face. I’ve never been to a club with him before. Seems like he’s a fan. Jasper and I share grins that we keep turned away from him.
“What drink do you want? First one is on the house.” Holly waves at the wall of liquor bottles behind her.
“Oh … I probably shouldn’t. I think … aren’t we leaving soon?” He glances at the glass in Jasper’s hand.
“We’ve got time for one drink. Tell the lady what you want.” My tricky roommate swirls the amber liquid, as if trying to hypnotize him into misbehaving.
He still looks uncertain.
“Hey, Sammy.” All our eyes turn to Holly, who somehow appears both serious and amused. “Terra and I like to play a game sometimes where we guess the drinks people are going to order. How about you let me make you a surprise drink, one I think you’ll like? And then you can tell me if I’m wrong or right. Sound good?”
After a moment, he nods reluctantly.
“Okay, prepare yourselves, boys. This is going to be fun.”
HOLLY
I only need to observe Sammy for a few seconds to diagnose him.
This man needs tequila.
The recipe is simple.
