Play me

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Barcelona, Spain, home of sexy sexy ladies and even sexier beaches. Population of over 5 million people and the second largest city in Spain. It was fitting that the patron saint of Barcelona was the virgin of Mercy cause good lord he needed it with all these fine mamacita's walking around. And that was just in the city, Good Lord, wait till you went to the beaches or even the clubs....Half of them wore what they wore to the beach half the time. The music was fantastico and the liquor even "mejor" but the señoras were perfectos.  This is what had the young hacker out and about tonight, looking for a good time and looking to spend some money and best part, it didn't matter how much, cause it wasn't even his dinero. The weather outside was a comfortable 72 degrees with a slight breeze and the stars shining like they were diamonds in the sky. The moon was full and popping out like a Latino's booty bright and full. It was almost 11:oo and the club was hopping on this Friday night, most likely because it was payday and people had money to spend. A jet black GT-R pulled up to the front of the club and opened its door. Out stepped a Brazilian Crocodile boot and soon a cream white suit. The Spanish hands tossed the keys to the valet attendant and slipped him a hundred dollar bill as a tip to make sure the car didn't gain a scratch on it. Checking his Rolex, the over priced individual made his way into the club with swagger that would stop even a brother in the ghetto. 

There was no denying that the man had confidence but when you grew up being picked on all your life, there was only two ways that one could go with personality. Aiden chose to go the route of one that finally fought back and didn't take it anymore rather than the road where he became some sick and twisted fuck that murdered people for the hell of it.....ok, so three ways he could have ended up cause there was also that personality that cowered at any and all things that scared a man. He chose not to be that person either, that hid in the corner and waited to be beat. He used to be that child before this. High school ended that for him. He slipped the club host a hundred and she automatically found his name on the list. He gave her a wink and walked in just as the song changed. 

Play Me

He started  bobbing to the music and bouncing in his step as he winked to all the ladies he passed by. He tried to make his way to the bar when someone who recognized him, grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to the side. "Hola guapo" came the familiar voice of ...what was her name again? Damn, he knew he shouldn't have gotten that drunk a few weeks back. "Qué pasa chica? qué tiempo ha pasado, una semana?" 

"No, dos y usted no ha llamado."

"Mis disculpas chica. He estado ocupado"

"Quieres bailar?"

"Para usted? Cualquier cosa."

Once the song was done, however, Aiden moved on back to the bar to get them some drinks. However, what happened at the bar was not what he expected. The bartender asked him what he wanted and he ordered, stopping her before she could go any further. "Quién es?"

Over the loud music the bartender shouted, "New girl. Just came in this last week and if you're thinking of talking to her, don't. She's like me, she'll shut your Casanova ass down before you can say Fuck me." she said jokingly to him.

"Thanks for the advice. I'll go talk to her." he replied in a Spanish accent. "Just worry about getting me that drink and let me worry about the rest." he finished as he stood. Walking over to the new girl the first things he noticed was her eyes. Next, no ring, and thirdly everything else. The way her hair flowed the length of her body and surrounded her face. The way her eyes just lit the room when he looked at her and the way she smiled when dealing with customers. It was almost heavenly. She was probably the most perfect woman he ever spotted and he was damn sure going to let her know it too. He finally approached her and spoke in his native tongue, even translated in case she didn't speak Spanish.

"Hola chica. ¿Sabía usted que sus ojos se parecen a un cielo medias noches de verano en el cielo y que hacen que mi corazón de fusión a primera vista?......Excuse me, I mean, Did you know that your eyes resemble a midnight's summer sky in heaven and that they make my heart melt at first sight?"

Alex woke up to her cat gnawing on her hair. With a laugh, she rolled over and grabbed him. "You are one crazy cat, Stitch. I should've named you Garfield."  With another laugh, Alex rolled herself out of bed and shuffled her way toward the spiral staircase and around the counter in the kitchen with her rolly polly feline in tow. Grabbing the back of cat food from the pantry, she scooped some in his bowl. When he practically attacked it, Alex shook her head, He acted as though he hadn't eaten in days.... but she'd just fed his ass when she came home from work last night. 

Either way, he wouldn't be hovering around her feet for at least the next twenty minutes or so, which would give her just enough time to pick out some clothes and get things ready to go back to work. You see, working until 4 am, and then closing up the bar, she was lucky if she got out of there before 6 sometimes. That meant, her mornings were generally around 6 pm or so. She'd get home from work, maybe sit down and play a few video games to pass the time and wind her down after a long night. This gave her just enough time to get herself ready, have dinner and head righ back to work. 

Yeah.... it was definitely a good thing she liked her job.

Flipping through her closet, she decided on something sexy tonight. For whatever reason, she was just feeling it. That, and all the other bartenders wore barely anything, so why couldn't she come out flaunting what she had? Grabbing a little black number, never really digging skirts or dresses unless she was really in the mood, or there was some sort of special occasion. So... she felt this would suffice. 

Taking a shower, after Alex did her hair and makeup before putting on her shoes. After a quick check in the mirror, Alex grabbed her purse and headed out the door. Hopping into her car, she raced toward the club, weaving in and out of traffic knowing she was running late. 

Upon finally pulling into the lot, Alex hurriedly ran inside and punched in. Just in time with one minute to spare. That was damned good timing in her book. She wasn't behind the bar for more than twenty minutes before a crowd of men sat down, each of course wanting a different drink. Still, Alex was a fun loving individual and thought of herself as a people person. She started talking to the men, who were all already drunk and had them all laughing while she mixed their drinks. Of course there were two of the men, who obviously thought they were God's gift to women, hitting on her at every chance they could get. Alex would play it off as a joke and do it gently enough that they didn't get offended. 

Grooving to the song that was playing, when it ended, the next song that came on got Alex really grooving. "I LOVE this song!!" She then began dancing, rolling and popping her hips while she finish making the last two drinks. The men in turn were dancing as well and Alex was finally starting to feel at home here. Though she hadn't made but a handful of actually friends so far, she was sure she would eventually. 

When the men calmed down and began talking amongst themselves, Alex spotted a man walking toward her side of the bar and flashed him a welcoming smile. 

"What can I get for you?" she said as she leaned slightly over the bar. 

"Hola chica. ¿Sabía usted que sus ojos se parecen a un cielo medias noches de verano en el cielo y que hacen que mi corazón de fusión a primera vista?......Excuse me, I mean, Did you know that your eyes resemble a midnight's summer sky in heaven and that they make my heart melt at first sight?"

"Que es muy halagador, pero dudo que haya sido al cielo para ver lo de la noche del cielo de verano, y creo que si tu corazón se haya fundido, que ya no podría estar de pie.." she started with a coy smirk. "I'll still get you a drink though if you'll tell me what you're having." Her smirk widened a bit as she rose from her current leaning position against the bar and she placed both hands on top of it. "So? What'll it be, Casanova?"

"Que es muy halagador, pero dudo que haya sido al cielo para ver lo de la noche del cielo de verano, y creo que si tu corazón se haya fundido, que ya no podría estar de pie....I'll still get you a drink though if you'll tell me what you're having."

It was funny watching the drunks at the bar in front of her covering their mouths and laughing when she practically shut him down. The bartender he had previously talked to wasn't joking as much as he thought she was when she warned him, but that was alright. It just meant he had to step up the game a bit and show these guys how it was really done. He noticed her coy smile whereas they hadn't and played it off as if they were right anyways, but in all reality, he could see it in her face alone, she was just playing hard to get. Really, what girl was told that on a regular basis and didn't swoon over it? Especially when he meant every word of it. He held up a finger to the bartender, requesting that she waited a moment and looked to the men sitting in front of her. He noticed the lighter skin around one of their ring fingers and casually mentioned to the one, something about what his wife would say if she knew he was here and he shut up real quick. Aiden then looked to the other one, "And you....seriously, bro ir afeitarse la cara, te ves como un shitzu ebrio." He didn't shut up though and took offense to what Aiden said, so he had to continue, "No te enojes, sé que estás durmiendo con su esposa todavía tiene restos últimas noches en los dientes." he said without a shadow of a doubt. Just because it was a lie, doesn't mean he couldn't be persuasive and it was a plus they were drunk and would believe just about anything. Especially since he was already right about the other guy being married and he knew it. Soon, the married guy was standing and pushing his friend until Security got involved and escorted them out.

Now he would have that drink....

"So? What'll it be, Casanova?"

He moved to where those men were sitting in order to get a closer look at the female he was complimenting. "You know I could have said that you were a sexy bitch or that I wanted to see you and me in some fantasy world together or whatever it is that these lamo's come up with now a days, but you know what, I think I was wrong about you. Your eyes aren't prettier than the stars in heaven...." he said pausing a moment to order his drink. "I'll take a Corona please and to finish what I was going to say, Son aún más hermoso que el cielo mismo y si pudiera perderme en ellos por sólo una noche, me quieren muerto para siempre." he said with a coy smile in return. 

Before he could go any further, the same chick that had grabbed him earlier to dance finally made her way up to the bar to see what was taking him so long. "nena, qué está tomando tanto tiempo?"

He had a feeling he was going to regret this because it was probably his only chance in getting laid tonight, but if it meant having the bartender instead in due time, the end would prove so much more worth it.

"Yo no soy tu nena y me gustaría que me dejes en paz" he turned to her and raised his voice a bit. "Fue sólo una noche y hace dos semanas" and it was the honest to God truth. There was reason he didn't call her back and he didn't want to see her again for that reason. End of story. 

"Eres un idiota. Usted no está recibiendo nada de esto coño esta noche o nunca más" she said as she stormed off. 

Thank God.....kinda....

"On second thought, make that a straight up tequila." he said contemplating...."Make that two."

This guy was definitely confident.... and persistent.... and apparently arrogant. Calling out the married guy as he did, Alex had to turn toward the wall of bottles to hide her reactions. The shitzu comment caused her to outright laugh, and she did her best to hide it acting like she was coughing. 

..... but to accuse one of sleeping with the other's wife? 

Alex knelt down to the bottles of well alcohol, knowing nobody was paying attention to her at this point and acting as though she were shifting through in search of something to obscure her laughter from anyone on the other side of the bar. She heard the loud "Whop" as one guy's fist met another's face and her head lowered. She simply couldn't help it. She'd be lucky at this point not getting her ass fired. When she heard the voice of the security guard step in however, that caused her to clear her throat and hurriedly turn around and lean against the bar just in time for her little crafty Casanova to turn his attention toward her. Sitting in the married guy's stool no less. This one had spunk, something Alex liked in a man. 

"You know I could have said that you were a sexy bitch or that I wanted to see you and me in some fantasy world together or whatever it is that these lamo's come up with now a days, but you know what, I think I was wrong about you. Your eyes aren't prettier than the stars in heaven...."

Alex simply rose one brow with a curious smirk across her face. There had to be more coming, being that he wouldn't still be sitting here if he weren't interested in her. Nobody goes out of their way to clear out a crowd of men just to sit across the bar from a woman one on one unless they have a reason. And for men, when it comes to women, there's generally always only one reason. 

Still, she was about to tell him to simply move on then until he, as she'd initially suspected, continued. 

"I'll take a Corona please and to finish what I was going to say, Son aún más hermoso que el cielo mismo y si pudiera perderme en ellos por sólo una noche, me quieren muerto para siempre."

 

Not knowing why, but honestly not caring, for some reason, everything always sounded so sexy when it came out in Spanish. And this guy was obviously native to this area. And with as gorgeous as he was, he could 'Mi Corazon' her as often as he wanted.... 

No, Alex. Remember what happened the last time?

But Good Lord what a line. His face said he was serious, but men were sly like that. It's how they snare women into whatever they're looking to get, and in Alex's case, unless he was the long term type, it wasn't happening. 

Then there was the little thing about her being the daughter of the Italian Mafia's Boss? Yeah. That was a real epic 'FAIL' in the relationship department. The last time she told a guy that, before grabbing all his shit and taking off faster than a fat kid toward the desert buffet, his face went pale and he looked at her as though she were the Devil ready to wrench him into the depths of hell. 

Alex smiled at him. "A Corona it is then." She then proceeded to turn around toward the area where all the bottles of beer were stored to keep them cold, showing off the back end of the clothes she was wearing. Bending over just slightly to grab at the one lonely bottle all the way in the back, which would be the coldest due to where it was, turned back and handed it over the bar. 

"Que uno está en la casa" She said with a curl to the corner of her lips. It wasn't that she was ignoring his compliment, but simply being coy..... and a bit cautious. Good looking guys didn't just sweep freshly out of nowhere with the longing for a long term relationship and marriage. At least they didn't in the bar scene. These guys were out for one thing. Drunken pussy. 

Still, Alex couldn't resist finding out exactly why he was so insistent on getting rid of those guys to ensure that they were alone. His response would also allow her to get a feel for what type of guy he was, and what it was that he was looking for.  

"So..." she said, leaning farther and sliding her upper body across the surface of the bar toward him. Her arms then folded one over the other, an inquisitive look across her face, expressed with the lift of a brow and the almost flirty yet daring smirk she donned. "How many women have ripped their panties off after that line?" 

No sooner had she asked her question, some obviously drunk and rather slutty looking (not that she really had room to talk at the moment, but at least she wasn't throwing herself at anyone.) woman walked up and attempted to fawn all over him as though she owned him. 

"nena, qué está tomando tanto tiempo?"

Alex immediately backed herself off, tending to another woman who walked up to the bar looking around, a tell-tale sign she was waiting for service. She politely asked the woman what she wanted, while watching out of the corner of her eye what was going on with the man she was previously talking to. Thankfully the woman was only asking for a glass of ice water. As she grabbed a glass and began scooping the ice, she could hear the man talking... and he didn't seem too thrilled with the woman's actions. 

"Yo no soy tu nena y me gustaría que me dejes en paz" he turned to her and raised his voice a bit. "Fue sólo una noche y hace dos semanas"

 

Alex couldn't say that she hadn't herself had a one nighter, but the only reason for that being that the guy ended up being overtly creepy, weird, exceedingly possessive (wanting to know where she was going when she left, who she'd be with, when she'd be back... yeah.) foul or just downright perverted. True, she could count the number of one nighters on one hand, but that was besides the point. 

Filling the girl's cup and sliding it across the bar, she was surprised when the girl in turn slid a five right back at her. She gave a warm thank you, stuffed the bill in the bra portion of her halter and began wiping down the bar top with a wet towel. This guy was obviously preoccupied.... well, that was until the woman spit some venom his way and stormed off. Alex only kept watch from the corner of her eye, making it seem as though she wasn't paying any attention what so ever. 

... until he spoke again. 

"On second thought, make that a straight up tequila." he said contemplating...."Make that two."

At first, Alex only turned her head, finally stopping what she was doing and tossing the wet towel into the sink under the bar's surface. She grabbed two shallow glasses, setting them in front of him. Still maintaining a smug grin, the bottle of Tequila was pulled from off the shelf behind her and she turned around to begin pouring. 

"Stage 3 clinger." she started jokingly while pouring the second round, eyes never leaving the glass. "The best kind." She was sure he'd be able to tell she was being frivolously sarcastic, being that she continued to smile. 

Sure, the thought that he might be that kind of guy lingered in the back of her mind, but it  wasn't like she was hopping in his car for a roll in the sack at the moment, so what harm could a little toyish banter do?

"A Corona it is then."

She turned around and he couldn't believe what he seen. Was she? Yes she was.....and smile grew wider on his face as she teased him reaching for the beer way in the back on purpose. His head tilted a little and his eyes followed each partially bare cheek as they moved. 'Dios mío!' she had a nice ass and were those bows tattooed on the back of her legs? Could he unwrap them? Was it physically possible? he had to laugh a bit as he she came to stand up and he had to turn his head away to keep the bashful look on his face from being noticed. Although he straightened it out fairly easy and turned back around to her when she set the beer to the counter with a reply of it being on the house. Oh yeah, she was diggin him no matter what she wanted to hide or deny. Wiggling her ass like that, giving him a free beer, and those dumb luck smiles, he had this in the bag. It was just a matter of time.

"So...How many women have ripped their panties off after that line?"

She leaned in over the counter and crossed her arms in front of her when she asked that, but sadly, he didn't get a chance to see what she was unconsciously showing him because that's when he had to shoo the hornet back to her nest. Did that bitch just throw pussy in his face? Really? Like he couldn't get it elsewhere if he wanted? Was that bitch crazy? What he was working on right now was hopefully paradise that would last forever and he wouldn't need that one night stand tunnel she called a vagina anymore. Not that he wanted it again in the first place, but that was another story that was not for the likes of whom he was standing in front of now. Seeing that bitch walk off, he turned back to the bartender with a disgusted look on his face, asking for something stronger than just a Corona. Just to get that image out of his head, he'd need both those Tequila's and the Corona. Bleh! He shuttered in fear. 

"Stage 3 clinger."

And now she was trying to cheer him up. Not it turned into pity? Oh hell no. He wasn't feeling sorry for himself,so she shouldn't either. If she wanted to cheer him up, she had better lean over that counter again so that he could actually get a glance this time.  "Stage 3 isn't even the high enough for that broad. More like stage 10. Can you believe that woman has been calling me every night for the last two weeks, trying to get together? And on top of that, she's married, has three kids, and a husband that doesn't work. I come to find out......" Ok, stop right there! You weren't even supposed to go that far. God, he was pitiful, but chicks dug that right? NOOOOOO! Remember your damn end game, Aiden. Keep a straight face and be the soldier. Buck up already. You know better than this, so don't go talking yourself out of this. Especially with her. Remember, Paradise on legs with eyes that could be considered homicide at first sight. "....Ah, its not really that important. let's just say, what she thinks she's denying me, isn't all that worth it to begin with." he said taking the entire contents of the first glass of tequila. Buuuuuurrrrrrnnnnnn, but already it was washing away the scary thoughts.  "Oh and to answer your question.....turn around for me again." he said lifting his arm and twirling a finger around. "Nope.....still there. That line has only been used once" he said holding up one finger and then pointing it to her."... and that was tonight on you. Mainly cause its the truth and these bitches don't deserve a line like that. However....." he said pausing and double thinking himself as he took the second glass of Tequila to his lips, but this one was sipped. The phrase, '1 tequila, 2 tequila, 3 tequila, floor' was no joke with him, so two would be his limit and he'd savor it. Setting the glass down, he looked to her as if trying to search her eyes for something until he finally found it. "Lucky for you, I'm a persistent little bastard, with the patience of a saint. You've been hurt before, haven't you? That's why you're not jumping all over me like these other bitches. You're not looking for something 'temporal'. Otherwise, you would be no better than them. Certainly its not money your after considering it looks like your doing good for yourself, and my grade 'A' honest pick up lines, aren't working on you. You jut seen me push away the scary bitch and probably think that will be you after tonight or a week but your not against being a little flirtatious. You're scared of doing something random for fear you'll get hurt in the long run, but your still interested." he said clapping his hands and finally getting it. A coy smirk of his own crossed his face as he looked and pointed to her. "That's it! I don't understand why I didn't see this in the first place. Your bisexual." 

He took a sip of his tequila to let her dwell on that a moment before he set his glass down and continued. "I'm joking. Your testing me, and that's no joke. You wanna see what I really am, play the hard to get role before you test the equipment. I can respect that, and for your info, your worth it....so far." he spoke confidently. "But as I said, I don't give up that easily." He reached forth his hand and extended a warm welcoming handshake, "Garcia, Aiden Garcia." he introduced himself. "So what time should I pick you up, so I can take you to breakfast?" he leaned in, placing his elbows on the counter and his chin in one hand while the other danced around the brim of the tequila glass.[/quote][/quote]

Alex caught the nasty ass look on his face after the sleezy looking woman stormed off. It was a little amusing to say the least.

"Stage 3 isn't even the high enough for that broad. More like stage 10. Can you believe that woman has been calling me every night for the last two weeks, trying to get together? And on top of that, she's married, has three kids, and a husband that doesn't work. I come to find out......"

So he's obviously had his share of crazies. Maybe he wasn't the game spittin' player she'd initially questioned him to be. And from the way he'd put a complete halt on all speech mid-way through his statement said something. He didn't want her thinking he was some scumbag who would knowingly sleep with a married woman, which she didn't take him for at all. The way he'd dismissed her, and gotten loud in the process to make his point, also said something. Still, she had to wonder...

"....Ah, its not really that important. let's just say, what she thinks she's denying me, isn't all that worth it to begin with."

Alex let out an audible 'Hmph' through a smirk, nodding her head a bit as she leaned down to grab the towel again. If the owners saw her just standing around doing nothing, she'd be fired for sure. Still, she made it clear that she hadn't stopped listening. Her head still raised to look at him as she watched him down his first glass of tequila. Her smirk widened a little.

"Oh and to answer your question.....turn around for me again."

Alex's expression fell all together, both brows raising this time in a bit of surprise. Then, turning her head toward her rear and finally looking back at him, she shook her head. This wasn't a free show. Oh hell, she hoped he wasn't a pervert....

"Nope.....still there. That line has only been used once"

Okay, well at least she could rule out the pervert persona. But there was still the possessive, foul, creepy and weird on the table. Alex continued to wipe at the counter....

"... and that was tonight on you. Mainly cause its the truth and these bitches don't deserve a line like that. However....."

Could that actually be sincerity in his voice? Alex liked to think of herself as a good judge of character, but considering how many douchebags she'd dated, it was starting to become evident that she needed to reevaluate that factor in her life.



He also really wasn't giving her much chance to talk.... not that she really had anything to say. Well... nothing of any use in the current part of their little conversation. Having already wiped down a good portion of her area, Alex began grabbing empty bottles and stacking dirty glasses as she listened. Still, she just wasn't quite convinced.....



Finishing cleaning up the area, Alex finally leaned her back up against the small counter below the massive shelves of liquor, both hands gripping the counter's edge with her palms as she waited for him to continue. People usually always did that. Even if there wasn't any sort of physical attraction, a bartender was like a therapist for drunk people. Period. It always worked that way. Alex then wondered how many stories he'd tell if he were drunk.....

"Lucky for you, I'm a persistent little bastard, with the patience of a saint. You've been hurt before, haven't you? ...... You're scared of doing something random for fear you'll get hurt in the long run, but your still interested."

Alex again hadn't the chance to speak before he was leaning back with his hands being clapped together as though he'd just had the most brilliant thought ever.



....she was almost a little afraid...... almost.

"That's it! I don't understand why I didn't see this in the first place. Your bisexual."

Now that she didn't see coming at all. She held back a laugh as long as she could, but it just wasn't happening. Through her laughter, she eyed him coyly.



"You're crazy. I like that."

"I'm joking. Your testing me, and that's no joke. You wanna see what I really am, play the hard to get role before you test the equipment. I can respect that, and for your info, your worth it....so far." he spoke confidently. "But as I said, I don't give up that easily." He reached forth his hand and extended a warm welcoming handshake, "Garcia, Aiden Garcia."

In turn, her hand came out as well. "I'm Alex." She couldn't even help the almost bashful smile as she shook his hand. His eyes were simply gorgeous, and it was almost really hard to believe he wasn't just looking to get a decent piece of ass for the night.
Strangely though, his eyes spoke differently and for a split second, she believed his sincerity. 


Not wanting to tell him her last name for fear he'd ever heard of her father or anything to do with her family, she simply stuck with Alex. As it was, they barely knew one another to begin with so until, or if, she got to know him well enough that she felt she could trust him, then she'd tell him.

"So what time should I pick you up, so I can take you to breakfast?"

He didn't get an answer, instead a song came on and Alex smiled widely. One finger rose before she spoke. "Excuse me." All the other bartenders were climbing up onto the bar, as was Alex just in time to begin the dance that coincides. Women, dotted with men, cluttered themselves in and around the dance floor joining along. Alex dipped, squatting before slowly coming back up with her heels clicking again against the top of the bar. She looked down at the man she'd been talking to and grinned, rolling her hips and popping her rear. It'd become a regular thing here, as many of the patrons joined in and enjoyed themselves. Then there were the men that got themselves a bit of a show from the women showing a bit more skin than others. It was a small factor that brought people back. The bartenders had their own moves here and there which were different than the actual dance itself, dipping and twerking in the space they're given, but it's all in unison.



When the song finished and the next song came on, Alex climbed down off the bar. Sweat trickled down the sides of her temples and she looked toward Aiden... almost blushing.



"Sorry... it's just a thing we do."

Saved by the bell or in this case music. Suddenly the music got a little bit louder and she was excusing herself to toss her towel below the counter. The next thing Aiden knew, she was hopping up on the counter when he realized the rest of the bartenders were doing the same. Well, this was different.....He had to admit that it had been a couple weeks since he'd been to this club, but damn! Soon after seeing all the bartenders in their little skimpy outfits, Aiden turned his head back to the one that mattered to him, the one who he'd been trying to swoon all night. That's when he seen ass all up in his face as he looked up. Truthfully, he'd seen ass shake but not like she was doing, not like half the bartenders were doing. Twerking was an art and he'd seen it down, but this was a whole new level of it. He even found himself trying to move his own ass cheeks one by one the way Alex was doing. How the hell? He couldn't even do it....not that he tried hard enough. After all, how weird would it be if someone noticed it? So instead, he only sat chilled for the moment and enjoyed the show with the rest of the customers. His head bounced a little to the music as it wasn't something he was really accustomed to. Not that he hadn't heard american music or enjoyed it, hell, he played stuff like this in his car, but he wasn't a big fan of this song per say. In fact, he knew a few different Spanish hits that would go perfect here. Picking up his glass of tequila, he sipped at it with a smile. With an ass that could move like that, imagine the sex that could be had. She was definitely proving to be worth the wait, but what would happen if he turned this around in a bit? He'd ponder that a bit to make sure it was the right choice before doing it, of course, but it was an option. 

Finally the song was coming to a close and another came on in its place, one with a little more home to it. 

New song

The music was turned back down to normal club levels again as they weren't trying to get the attention of the bartenders anymore, so it gave them time to hear themselves talk again. 

"Sorry... it's just a thing we do."

Being curious and interested in seeing it again, he couldn't hold back, "And how many times a night do you do this?" he asked with a smirk across his lips.


But even after a dance like that, even after seeing her shake her ass and having it all up in his face like that, the fact remained that she hadn't answered his question about breakfast. He warned her he was a persistent little bastard and he meant it. He wasn't leaving without an answer or a phone number. "That was quite impressive, did you have to go to school for that? Like dance school or something?" He'd known of dance schools that taught certain dances, hell, they had one right here in Barcelona that was top of its class, but he didn't realize they taught stuff like this. He'd have to make sure to go sign up if this didn't work out here tonight. Hell, he might even get lucky and see her there. How funny would that be?

"By the way, I'm still waiting on an answer. When can I pick you up for breakfast?" he asked out of the blue again. "I'm not leaving until I get an answer or at least a phone number." he smiled, with a half casual smirk and a wink.

"And how many times a night do you do this?"

Alex caught the way he smiled at her, noting that there was no way he didn't get laid at least every other night of the week. That look alone could melt a heart of stone. Sticking a few fingers in a glass of water behind the counter, she flicked some at his face. "Get the hell outta here." she joked with him. He knew damn well they only did it once per night, but she was sure the sight of her ass in his face was a pleasant one.... or so she'd been told. 

"That was quite impressive, did you have to go to school for that? Like dance school or something?"

 

Laughing at his question, especially the sincerity of it, Alex shook her head.... then turned around and proceeded to shake her ass. Her head turned toward him with a coy bat of her lashes. "You can't learn skills like that in school. That's all me, baby." Her smile widened as she turned back around and lifted a glass to her own lips. One thing Alex loved was her long island iced teas. And not that pre-made shit either. The real deal.... especially the way she made them. Letting out an audible 'Ahhhh' when she'd finished, her glass was set back down behind the bar and she continued to wipe down the bar. 

"By the way, I'm still waiting on an answer. When can I pick you up for breakfast?" he asked out of the blue again. "I'm not leaving until I get an answer or at least a phone number."

He wasn't going to give up. Alex figured him for persistent, but damn. There was persistent, and then there was this guy. Staring at him a moment with a smirk on her face, a group of younger hispanic guys came up to the bar to order drinks. She raised a finger to Aiden and walked over toward them. After taking down all the drinks they wanted, she began mixing them up and yet again evaded the question. 

"So, do you live around here Aiden?" 

Sliding a drink across the bar, one guy leaned over toward her and grabbed her hand just as she was retracting it. He leaned down and kissed it. 

"Eres la mujer más hermosa que he visto en mi vida."

Thankfully, Alex had learned Spanish in high school. This would've been a really bad place to move if she hadn't. Looking over to Aiden, she wondered how he would take to another guy moving in on this territory. One thing he needed to understand however, this type of attention came with the territory, so this would be a good test honestly.  She then looked back to the guy with a friendly smile on her face. 

"Gracias. Eso es muy amable de su parte."

Finishing the last of their drinks, she hoped that would be enough for them and they'd move on through the sea of women and find another one to hit on. Looking to Aiden, she leaned in toward him. "I get off in fifteen minutes if you're still interested." Unfortunately however, it didn't seem like this guy was too keen on taking no for an answer. He must have heard her talking to Aiden before he continued. 

"Me encantaría que lo lleve a cabo después de que se baje de trabajo."

Lovely. Apparently this guy wasn't very good at taking hints. 

Alex:"You can't learn skills like that in school. That's all me, baby."

He'd be a liar or gay if he didn't like the private show she had displayed for him. Watching that ass shake and jiggle like a professional like she was doing, yeah that made him feel a little tight in the pants right there and even had to adjust himself and change his thoughts in the process. Right about now he was thinking about how that ass would shake if it were on him, so naturally, he had to give himself a mental slap to the side of his head to see something else. Of course though, that still brought him back to his question that she had yet to answer. As it seemed, he'd never get an answer because next thing he knew, she was asking him to hang on while she took care of the current customers that had just walked up. She even tried to ask him where he lived, but couldn't even answer that as one of the guys started to flirt with her and grabbed her hand to place a kiss to it.

Mystery guy:"Eres la mujer más hermosa que he visto en mi vida."

Really? No wonder she wasn't buying any of his stuff because of assholes like this. Here he was being sincere and this fucker was just trying to get laid. Didn't he know that there were whores on the dance floor that were a lot easier? Aiden didn't say anything though, he wanted to see how this played out and what would happen in the end. 

Alex:"Gracias. Eso es muy amable de su parte."

In his head, Aiden was talking out loud, practically screaming, ' Don't thank him!' Shit, what he said was better than what this fucker came out with. Aiden started to size the guy up and down, wondering if he'd be able to take him. In mind, he already had 15 ways to kill this guy like some Spanish Chuck Norris, but in reality, he had two years of wrestling in High School and this guy had thuggish ruggish life tattooed on his forehead with his hombres behind him. There was no way he was walking away from this. One on one, he stood a 50/50 chance, five on one, someone was going to the hospital and most likely, it wasn't either of those five. Yeah he was fucked on this one. 

Alex: "I get off in fifteen minutes if you're still interested."

Was she talking to him? Yes! She was talking to him. Hoo Hoo! ok Aiden, get a hold of yourself. You still have to deal with the rejection these assholes just got. Before he could answer her though, mystery thug love guy was already on it like flies on rotten tortilla with shit mixed inside. 

Mystery guy:"Me encantaría que lo lleve a cabo después de que se baje de trabajo."

Aiden was getting quite tired of this, but he was a calm and collected individual. He had learned ways around guys like this back in High school. It wasn't so much having to know how to fight, but more like make on believe you could fight. Who was that Chinese guy with all them famous quotes? Shun Tzi, Sun Tzu, who really gave a shit, he said something along the lines if you didn't have to fight, then you have proved to be the wisest of men, or something to that effect. Really, it didn't matter and if it were computer terms, then this famous quote shit would be a lot easier to remember. What did matter, is that she wasn't talking to these assholes. She was talking to him. 

He stood from his bench seat, maybe a little puffed out a bit to show his size, unconsciously of course, when he stepped up to the one talking and leaned on the counter looking at the guy. "Si ella estuviera hablando con su culo sin educación, se habría hablado en español. Ahora obtener una pista y salir a buscar una puta en la multitud. Va a ser más fácil." he said calmly.

The guy didn't seem to like the words coming from Aiden but that was to be expected. 

"You know Puta, you right. I must be uneducated but at least I know when to keep my mouth shut." he said lifting the front of his shirt to reveal a pistol. "You get one of these when you know all the right people, Puta. Want to insult me again? Consider me the nice guy of letting you off easy instead of putting you where you belong." he finished spitting in Aiden's face.

Aiden backed off, hands in front of him, well at first until the spit landed in his face. Then one hand went up to wipe it away. "You're right, Amigo. I should learn to keep my mouth shut. Starting now, You taught me a valuable lesson." Girl or no girl, she wasn't worth getting shot over, especially if he got that past the bouncers. On the other hand though a guy willing to show what he had meant he had a record.....What would happen if the cops got wind of this? Or did he have them in his pocket too? "Tell ya what.....Let's settle this like men. I'll pay you five grand to find another woman and if you don't believe me, here's three now." he said pulling out a wad of cash from his pocket and setting it down on the counter. "I have the other two, in my car in which you can follow me out to go get it. I hand it over and you leave her and I alone. I think that's fairly reasonable, yeah?" 

The guy went to take the money, but Aiden slapped his hand down on it before the guy could touch it. "I'm a man of my word, are you? Do we have a deal?"

"She must be quite a woman, Hermano. Worth that much, how about we up the stakes if she means that much to you?"

Aiden could see where this was going. It wasn't about pride anymore, it wasn't about the bartender, it was going to be how much they could milk him for, but as long as it kept them both from being shot, What did he care? It wasn't his money anyways...technically. "Fine. Name your price but that will be the final bid."

The guy stood there for a moment thinking, probably how much was too much that would get Aiden to back off and he'd be out the free money or how much she was worth to him. Finally after several seconds, he looked to the bartender and then to Aiden. "Fifteen thousand."

"Done." he said without batting an eye. "Let's go out to my car and get it now." he said standing up. Did he really have 15 thousand dollars in his car? Hell no. But as long as he got these guys away from Alex, then well, he at least kept her safe. Although, he had to keep things rolling a bit longer. "Can I use the bathroom first?" he said pocket texting Santos for help.