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could make it, man!" He slaps my shoulder and taps my bottle with his.
    "Thanks." I offer as I scan the room. It was hard for me to come tonight, but I know I need to get out again. I need to live my life. Tim taps my shoulder and points toward the shooter bar.
    "She's been looking for you every night, bro." My eyes follow his arm, and they come to rest on Sasha. In that exact moment, her scanning eyes zone in on me and a man-eating grin appears. Slowly wrapping her manicured fingers around her glass of red liquid, she begins her approach.
    "DAMMIT!" I roll my eyes and take another pull of my beer, while Tim laughs and begins flirting with the tall waitress in the push-up bra. I turn away from the approaching viper, and silently curse Tim while nursing my beer and hoping she finds new prey on her way across the bar.
    A warm hand touches my lower back and slowly travels up my spine between my shoulder blades. She didn't find another victim, and I am going to have to be creative here to make her leave. "Well, he-llo, Ty. I'm so glad to see you." She purrs into my ear, her lips brushing my lobe causing a shiver to run down my spine. She smells like strawberries. Fake manufactured strawberries.
    "Sasha." I greet her without making eye contact. I continue leaning on the bar as I finish my beer. I can only hope my disinterest will make her lose interest and abandon me for someone more - willing.
    "When do you go on, Tim?" I ask in an attempt to pretend the barracuda isn't circling in my waters.
    Tim is schmoozing with a pretty little blonde beside him at the bar. She's doing a lot of giggling and hair flipping. Realizing he didn't hear me, I pull a quarter out of my pocket and toss it at his head. The coin bounces off of his thick skull, and I nearly lose the mouthful of beer when his head snaps in my direction.
    "What the hell?" he asks and rubs his head before realizing it was me. Blondie covers her smile and points in my direction when Tim looks at her. I tip my hat when he turns back to me with a scowl on his face.
    "I think she's a sure thing, man. I mean. She hasn't run off screaming." I raise my voice just enough for the two of them to hear me. Sasha runs her fingers up my spine, still not quite getting the hint that I am definitely not interested in her.
    The girl with Tim looks at me in disbelief. Her mouth drops open slightly, and she rolls her eyes before storming away from the bar, leaving Tim by himself and me laughing. "Maybe not." I smile and take another drink while shrugging.
    Sasha continues to try to get my attention. Her fingernails trace the waistband of my jeans, tugging slightly on my belt loops. It's annoying me more than anything else. Shifting my weight from one foot to the other, I sidestep slightly to try to get away from her.
    "I'll get her later. Once I put my hooks in 'em, they feel the need to reel me in." Tim winks and turns around so he's leaning back on his elbows against the bar. "Isn't that right, Sasha?" he asks the woman who is currently rubbing up against my leg. "Once they get the idea they can have a taste of me, they keep coming back, kinda like you did."
    "Whatever, Tim," she growls and presses harder against me. “If I recall, it was you doing the begging that night.”
    I turn to face her, but as I start to spin my eyes land on Riley, who is just entering The Shake. I step away from Sasha, who is now arguing with Tim over who was more desperate all those nights they spent together and walk away from the bar. Finding myself compelled to approach the lone chestnut haired beauty standing by herself near the door.
    "Who's that?" Tim calls out behind me. Ignoring him, I push through the crowd. She looks as though she's having second thoughts about being here until her eyes find me and her gaze softens, bringing a smile to her lips.
    Stepping in front of her we both smile brightly but say nothing to each other.
    "Hey there, Mr. Fixit." She fidgets with the strap of her purse, while pulling it