|Straight Tequila Night
Author: mischief-maker1 PM
When Bella Swan gets left behind after her lover moves on, can a new friend help her to overcome her "Straight Tequila" nights? AH, OOC, Lemons eventually.Rated: Fiction M - English - Friendship/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 6 - Words: 13,443 - Reviews: 89 - Favs: 23 - Follows: 38 - Updated: 09-16-12 - Published: 08-12-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8421574
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Disclaimer: No, I'm not Stephanie Meyer. Not even sure I'd want to be. I mean…would YOU want your claim to fame being sparkly vampires? LOL. Not that I wouldn't take her money though…
COMMENTS FROM MISCHIEF: Yes, I'm back. No, I don't know how long I'll be back for. This fic was bugging the hell out of me and I had to get it out. Before you ask, I'm NOT sure if I will repost all of my old fics. I reread them recently and there are a lot of errors and plot holes in some of them that need to be addressed and I'm not sure I want to revisit them again. We'll have to wait and see. But if it was up to Bliltxgirl then I'd have them all back up by this weekend. LOL. Love ya, Babe! Thanks for the awesome beta services! In the middle of the night even! Sorry to take you away from the Olympics! Hope it was worth it!
AN: Based on the song "Straight Tequila Night" by John Anderson. Yes, it's a country song. No, you don't need to listen to it to understand the fic…most of the wording is in there. But it does help. *grin*
He had a sort of swagger to him as he sauntered up to the bar. With his excessive height, some wouldn't think he would be a graceful as he was, but he was lithe and light on his feet. "Hey," he said to his friend, the bartender.
"Hey, what's up?" the bartender replied.
"Not much, just the usual. It's been a hell of a long week. Give me something strong, yeah?"
The bartender nodded and poured him a finger of the good stuff; the top shelf whiskey, knowing he could afford it. Even though he was a lowly surgical intern at the local medical college, he came with a healthy trust fund thanks to his dad's forethought and a nice land deal that allowed them to live more comfortably than they had his whole life. But though he knew his family wanted him home, he had run away to the east coast, to North Carolina, and the colleges there. He had gotten accepted at UNC and had thrived being out from under his father's oppressive thumbs.
His eyes scanned the room. He hadn't been to the bar in weeks, it seemed, and hadn't had a warm body under him in longer than that. He wasn't interested in the gossip-mongers that came with sleeping with anyone in the hospital, so he kept his dalliances to strangers, or at the very least, students that weren't in the medical program.
His toes tapped along to the song playing on the old jukebox in the corner. It was just another thing that added to the cool factor of this bar. It was haunted by a ton of college students, but it also had its fair share of older people, the 'regulars' he supposed.
His gaze lit upon a sloppy bun and a long, slim neck. She was reading by the light of the neon sign above her table, which almost caused him to laugh. She had a nearly empty glass of white wine in front of her and he watched as she brought the glass to her mouth, slowly, savoring the flavor as it touched her lips before settling on her tongue, no doubt sending her taste buds into ecstasy. He could almost imagine the soft moan that accompanied the essence as it danced in her mouth. And imagining her enjoying that wine, or whatever else he could think to fill her mouth with, caused him to whimper as he rose to half-mast.
She must have felt someone's eyes on her because her head shot up, showing him stunning brown eyes framed by black-rimmed glasses. He let out a little groan. She wasn't quite the naughty librarian – she was in a pair of jeans and a tank-top, perfect for the warm August night. His gaze drifted further down to the pair of old flip-flops and chipped blue polish on her toes. When she finished her observation, she dropped her eyes back to her book, continuing to ignore the whole bar and the life that went on around her.
"Hey, what's up with the brunette over there?" he inquired as the bartender strode back to his end of the bar.
"The one with the book."
The bartender grinned. "Ahhh, that's Bella Swan."
"What's her deal?"
The bartender glanced around, checking to make sure everyone was situated for the moment before starting; "Well, if you really want to know, she comes here a lot. She loves to hear the music and dance. K-13 is her favorite song. If you play it, you might have a chance." With a glance back over at Bella, the bartender continued the story. "Tonight she's only sipping white wine. She's friendly and fun-loving most of the time. But don't ask her on a straight tequila night. She'll start thinking about him, and she's ready to fight. Then she blames her broken heart on every man in sight."
"That bad?" the man wanted to know.
The bartender winced. "Yeah. He was an attending here. She thought they were in love, and maybe they were…right up until about six months ago. He comes up to her and says he's moving. He got a job at Johns Hopkins. She told him she'd follow him as soon as her residency was over, even if she had to get a job at a community hospital near him. He told her 'no' and that he'd outgrown her. He needed a wife, a partner, not a woman hell-bent on being the nation's best heart surgeon. Word is she slapped the everlovin' shit out of him, called him every name in the book, and keyed his car. Of course, the car keying thing might have been an exaggeration, who knows?"
"So…what? She's a man-hater?"
The bartender scoffed. "Nah, she needs a friend. Try being her friend. If you don't have time for that, then maybe you need to step off. She's a good person, Jay. If you're looking for a hole to stick it in, don't screw with her."
"What? You think I'd do that?"
"I think you'd have something casual, yes. I'm not saying you're not a decent guy, but, I mean, she doesn't need to be fucked with, capiche?"
He grinned. "Yeah, I've got 'cha. I'll be good."
The bartender poured him a glass of Chablis and handed him a dollar in quarters. "Maybe you can turn her love life around. Then she won't need the salt or the lime anymore to shoot his memory down. Just remember her heart's on the mend, and if you ever come back to see her again, remember, don't ask her on a straight tequila night."
"I'm not stupid, Alice," he told her on a snort.
She let out a little giggle. "Well, they say you can't teach an old dog new tricks. Let's see if you're right, Jacob."
AN2: *crickets* Okay…ya'll still with me? How we doing out there? So, before you ask (or flame) yes, it will be a Bella/Jake fic. No, I'm not sure if it will be just a friendship or a love story. We'll have to see what the characters decide. This one just was bugging the heck out of me. Hope you'll enjoy and hang out to see what develops! I've written the whole story, so I will post every few days. Love ya!