A few things had happened in the bar. At first he had simply ordered a few drinks and talked with some women. That all changed when delicious blonde entered the bar. Lance instantly felt his eyes grew sharper and his chest throbbing. What better way to celebrate his coming home than celebrating it with her. Or inside her if one wanted to be poetic. He had a boyish grin on his was as he placed his hand on the bar and propelled himself over it, landing next to Joe. The man wasn’t even startled, merely gazing at Lance with an eyebrow raised and then looking at the blonde. “You aren’t getting paid, not setting the bar on fire…-“ A grin appeared on his face. “-.. And I want pictures.” Lance nodded as he removed his vest and threw it behind him. He flexed his long arms and got back in the rhythm.
Two hours later he had gotten considerable amounts of tips and had gotten the blond woman just on the point of tipsy and jealous. He occasionally flirted with her, yet gave her the ‘I’m to busy to notice’ posture when she hinted at things. No. This woman was going to crave him, promise him a night of wonder. Lance eyed the two figures as he was rewarded with the cash for a drink, a tip even. The man, had paid at least twice the amount that was required for both the drinks, no doubt trying to impress his date. When he cocked his head to the side, searching for his next customer he found a pair of familiar faces. He recognized the male from his past, Zach. They had went out as a group a few times. He was a fun enough bloke, if not a bit lacking in backbone. And the woman on his side was gorgeous. He was just about to compliment him on his date when he recognized her and noticed the ring. So it as true that his ex had gotten married.
Before Zach could order a drink Lance had already thrown a beer filter at Joe’s shoulder. Joe had spent his time telling a woman about the best way to get ‘playfully’ drunk when he felt the impact. He glanced at the round filter before glancing at Lance. He noticed Lance nodding twice, holding out his index finger and thumb apart a few inches and mouthing the word ‘vampire’. The man instantly laughed as he knew what was going on. Already his hands went towards the tequila, Cranberry and peach juice, mixing god knows what else in there afterwards.
So while Lance went to work, slaving at a mysterious drink, Lance acted. He jumped, placing two hands on the bar table and using the momentum of his feet to jump up to a sitting position. He grinned as he sat there feet dangling and half exposed. He had his legs between the two of them while his hips were at their chest level. “I am afraid a date like that wins you two a free vampire naval shot.” He grinned wickedly as he brought his left hand behind the bar; grabbing a small straw and salt container while his right hand went for his mouth. He bit on his wrist playfully, yet leaving a mark, wetting the skin in his saliva. Seconds later he had poured salt on the wet patch, was grabbing a straw in his right while his left hand barely caught the small shot glasses that were on a collision course towards them. Grabbing the drink he began to pour the red liquid in his navel, slowly, while he eyed the pair of them.
“Now, the question is; With or without a straw.” He licked his lips like a starving wolf would, body arching backwards to give the two of them better access to his stomach. Slowly his naval began to fill up with the red liquid, a deep scarlet lake that was in danger of overflowing with each passing second. He knew he was being a prick. Zach was a dude and males didn’t lick shots out of a man’s naval. His ex was married and married females didn’t do things like this. “Or are we going for the usual ‘safe’ and tedious routine; a beer and a wine.”
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