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Title: Pure Bliss
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Drama, Angst
Disclaimer: Complete and utter fiction.
Word count: 1572
Warnings: Language, sexytime, pay for play

“Hey you. Get me a scotch on the rocks. Easy on the rocks.”

Racquel stopped wiping down the bar and slowly turned her head toward the man who just entered and was now barking orders at her like she was his personal slave.

“I have a name,” She said boldly. “And just about everyone in here knows how to use it. Except you.”

“Am I going to get my drink or what?” He said, basically ignoring her and folding his arms on the bar top.

Racquel sighed exasperatedly, shaking her head and pounding a glass onto the bar, tossing in a few ice cubes before splashing the scotch over them and sliding it in front of him.

“Thank you.” He mumbled, picking it up immediately and taking a big gulp.

She didn’t tell him he was welcome, but left him there, throwing the rag she used to clean the bar under the counter. She knew him, without knowing him. He’d been there just about every night for the past three days straight. He wore a type of jumpsuit, which looked like the kind that a maintenance man would wear to work, but his hair was flawless. It was jet black, shiny and kind of spiky, or tousled one might say. It was obviously styled to perfection though it was supposed to appear messy and unkempt. His eyes, which were a deep shade of brown, looked tired. He always seemed to be in foul mood, talked to no one and immediately left the bar when he was done indulging for the night.

Racquel found herself curious, as she was about many of the patrons of Utopia Bar and Grill. When she didn’t have the chance to get to know them, or if they weren’t regulars, Racquel sometimes made up stories in her head about what their lives at home were like. She imagined this stranger’s to be troubled and sad. Maybe he had girlfriend trouble. She immediately thought girlfriend because she didn’t see a ring on his finger. Though he could have been married without it…

“Hey Rocky?”

“Yes, Gavin?” Racquel liked Gavin. He was always nice to her, tipped well and had a gorgeous smile. And despite being fairly attractive, Gavin was not married and did not have a girlfriend. Racquel chalked it up to him being a workaholic. And when he was not at work, he was there, at Utopia, sitting at her bar.

“Gimme a refill, darlin’?” He asked sweetly, sliding his empty beer class toward her.

“Of course.”

“And hey, don’t let assholes like him ruffle your feathers, you hear?” Racquel winked at him and grabbed the glass to refill. Racquel served a few more customers, watched even more leave for the night, and was wiping the counter again when she heard a chuckle come from the direction of the rude maintenance man. She rolled her eyes as he took his glass and held it up, tipping it slightly after he noticed her looking at him with a smirk on his face. She marched over and snatched the glass out of his grip.

“What is your deal?” Racquel snapped, a little harsher than she’d liked.

“My deal is that I’d like another drink. And you happen to be the bartender. Racquel.” He smiled smugly.

Racquel smirked right back.

“What’s your name, wiseass?”

“You don’t need to know my name to get my drink,” He said. “But it’s Brian. If you need to know.”

“I don’t need anything. But since you called me by my name, it’s only right that I can call you by yours. Especially since you’ve been spending so much time in my bar lately.” She dropped ice in the glass, refilled and set it back in front of him.

“Thanks.” Maintenance man mumbled, bringing the glass to his lips.

“You’re welcome.” Racquel replied. It was near closing time, and Brian was still here chugging ‘em back. There was really nothing for her to do until all of the customers were gone, and her natural curiosity began to get the better of her. “If I’m not overstepping here, may I ask what’s brought you here every night this week when I’ve never seen you in here before? Where did you come from, Brian?”

“You’re definitely overstepping. It’s none of your goddamn business.”

Racquel frowned, then shrugged. “I was just trying to make conversation, but since you put it that way… Enjoy.” She said and turned to walk away.

“Hey wait.” He began. “I didn’t mean to be rude. I just meant that.- I’m sorry, just going through a rough… Nevermind.”

Racquel squinted, even more curious about him than before. “Do you need someone to talk to? I mean, I’m a really good listener. And you look like you could use a friend.”

Racquel was a caregiver by nature. She’d always had It inside her to want to help other people. Be there for them, take care of them, basically help out however she could. She’d been that way since she was small, always doting on and caring for her own dolls and those of her older sister.

And there was something about Brian. Something about him that screamed out to her.

“Nahhh,” He replied with a shake of his head. “Matter of fact, I think it’s time for me to go. Thanks a bunch though.” The side of his mouth curved into something that would have became a smile with a little more effort and then he stood up, slipping on a thin jacket and slinking out of the door. Racquel watched him until he was out of sight and then went on about clearing the bar of dirty glasses and shutting it down for the night.

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“Night Rocky!”

“See you tomorrow.” Racquel smiled to the other employees as they all parted ways in the parking lot after closing. She opened her car door and cursed. She’d forgotten to toss out the trash she’d cleaned up so she grabbed it up and trotted across the lot to the garbage bin. She made sure to be careful. It was dark, and there was no telling what kind of crazies were lurking the alley. Only when she was sure there was no sign of anyone, no shadows, no footsteps or creepy noises did she hustle towards the bin and hurl the trash inside.

Racquel turned and planned to run back to her car, and only didn’t do so when she heard a gruff sounding cough. She froze. Whoever it was didn’t cough again, nor did she hear any footsteps. “W-who’s there?” She said in a near whisper. “Show yourself! I have a weapon.” She didn’t really, and she knew she probably shouldn’t make empty threats, but she was scared.

“Not gonna hurt you.” A male voice said, it sounded like the person behind her was drawing nearer.

“What do you want? I don’t have any money on me, I-I just got off of work and-”

“I don’t want your money, lady. It’s me, your favorite customer.”

Racquel’s forehead wrinkled in confusion. “Favorite customer?” She turned around to see who it was. Even without his jumpsuit Racquel recognized Brian. The black, messy hair, defined jaw and dark brown eyes that seemed to twinkle in the moonlight.

“Brian? What the hell are you doing out here?” She exclaimed, stepping back a bit and clutching her purse.

Brian sighed. “Just relax OK? I don’t want to hurt you; I don’t want anything from you…”

“Then what are you doing back here in the alley hiding in the shadows like some stalker, rapist FREAK?”

“Just calm down.” He moved closer and Racquel looked down at his outfit. He wasn’t wearing the grungy work clothes he’d had on a mere hour or two earlier. Instead he was dressed in a pair of black jeans and a black button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing arms covered in colorful tattoos. “I was only taking a leak.”

Racquel raised an eyebrow.

“Alright, alright. I’m on the way back to my car. To sleep.”

“Why are you sleeping in your car, Brian?”

“It’s kinda where I live? For now. Look, I told you I was having a hard time. Well, I’m trying to save money for a place and-”

Racquel gasped. “You’re living on the street? Why?” She didn’t know why she felt so concerned about his well being. He was a stranger. A rude stranger to boot, but she knew she just couldn’t let him stay out there.

“It’s a long story,” Brian sighed. “Just, I’m not looking to bother anyone OK? So don’t go callin’ the cops on me for loitering or some bogus bullshit like that.” He began to chuckle dryly at his own joke, but Racquel didn’t find it at all amusing.

“Don’t be silly. I wouldn’t call the cops.” She said, clutching her purse even tighter. “Listen, won’t you let me help you?” Brian already started shaking his head. “Come on, it’s cold out. I have a fold out couch back at my place. How does a hot meal sound? Coffee? Shower?” She smiled a little, waiting for his response.

“I have a dog.”

“And you keep it in the car? Go and get that puppy right now and follow me to my house!”

“Racquel…”

“Brian. I insist.”

Inside her head she said a tiny prayer that she would not regret what she was about to do.
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