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she licked her lips. “I’ll be waiting, but you really need to hurry. I haven’t had any since Troy took off on his trip, and my body is missing all the fun of being touched!”
    “Dirty slut!” I laughed as I walked off toward the bar.
    “You know it, hon!” She answered back. If I were a normal person, there’s no way I would have heard her over the din, but since I wasn’t normal, I just chuckled at her answer.
    Once I got up to the bar, I leaned in a little, weary of leaning too far and letting my ass fall out of the dress, but pushing my boobs far enough forward that the male bartender would take notice and come serve me. I was a virgin, but I absolutely knew that womanly wiles would get me served faster than standing around with a stick up my ass. Sure enough, the two guys he was serving started pointing down the bar to me, huge grins plastered across their already inebriated faces. The bartender tossed me a smile, and let me know he was on his way to me. The two guys he was serving said something to him before he came over.
    “What can I do for you, beautiful?” I raised my eyebrow up at the endearment, but just smiled.
    “Vodka cranberry and a Captain and Coke. Make the Captain a double.” I smiled back at him, nothing that meant more than, ‘please hurry with my drinks,’ but he seemed to take it more as a flirtation. He winked at me and started pulling the necessary glasses. When he finished making the drinks, with a little more liquor than called for, he pushed them forward and smiled again.
    I started to hand him a twenty dollar bill, and he waved it off. “Your fan club paid for those.”
    “Well, in that case,” I slipped a five out and dropped it in his tip jar. He thanked me, and I held the drinks up to acknowledge the guys who had paid for them, and I walked back to Ashley. “Heads up chica, we’re about to get company in 4, 3, 2…”
    “Hey ladies!” The taller of the drunk guys from down the bar were right behind me as I slid Ashley her vodka cranberry.
    “Drinks were on these guys,” I said to her as she took a sip, and gave me a questioning look.
    “Ah, I see. Well thank you…” her southern draw was always a little bit thicker when she was using her manners, or flirting, but she paused waiting for them to give their names.
    “Adrian,” the taller one said, then hit his friend in the chest, “and this is Bobby.”
    “And this seems to be our lucky night,” Bobby interjected, looking back and forth between Ashley and I like he’d just won the lottery.
    With that, I spit some of my Captain and Coke back into my glass. Ashley, on the other hand was the picture of poise and perfection. “Well, fellas, we just got here. So, why don’t you give us just a bit to unwind and have some girly downtime before we work on anything else, m’kay?”
    They both looked confused, but nodded their heads and started to walk off when the couple next to us left their table. “What’d I tell ya? Lucky night!” Bobby shouted at his friend as they slipped into the stools at the table next to ours. They were being rather obvious with the ogling they were doing too.
    “Oh God, leave it to you to make one little trip to the bar, and end up with stage 5 clingers!” Ashley laughed, her deep sultry laugh, and I joined her.
    “What can I say, it’s a talent. All the douchebags want a piece of this!”
    “Yeah, well… maybe we can at least find you a tall bit of sexy trouble for the night, because you would make whimpering idiots out of either of them.”
    I heard laughter from over by the bar that didn’t sound entirely human. I looked up and caught the eyes of a guy in some faded blue jeans and a black t-shirt that was straining so hard against his muscular physique that it almost appeared to be a second skin. His hair was so dark it could have been black, but it was hard to tell in the club’s low level of lighting, even with wolf-vision enhancements. Some shorter pieces of hair fell out