The weather didn't know what to do with itself. One minute, the sun shone brightly through the bar window, onto the carpet that had been there since 1989; the next, a mixture of rain and snow bulletted down outside.
Siobhan pulled her long hair to the back of her head and tied it into a pony-tail. She sighed deeply, letting her boredom out as she wiped cloth against bar.
Having been there since midday, Siobhan had seen a grand total of three customers come and go: An elderly man with a walking stick who sipped on a pint of bitter for an hour and a middle-aged couple who had one drink each and were off.
It was amidst one of the sunnier parts of the afternoon that Dominic entered the bar. Tall, with short black hair and a smile that grew into his eyes, Dominic had been in the bar a few times since he'd moved into the area and caught the eye of a few of the female customers and barmaids, including Siobhan.
"Just us?" he smiled, as the door blew shut.
"Pint of lager?" she asked, avoiding the potential tension his question could raise.
"Please."
A moment passed and she wasn't certain, but she was fairly sure she felt his eyes on her, roving up her legs, taking in her thighs before hitting her knee-length black skirt and then up, onto her ample breasts, barely covered by her black work shirt. Siobhan could feel her breath catch in her throat. Her mind flashed with naughty ideas as to how an afternoon alone with Dominic could pan out.
She placed the cool pint in front of him and, taking his money, felt electricity as their hands touched. The hairs on the back of Siobhan's neck pricked alive. Dominic sat at the bar. His eyes were glued to the screen that filled with the green of a football field.
"You in all night?"
"By myself," Siobhan nodded.
"Are you not bored?"
"Just a bit." She was impressed with her own cool sarcasm.
"We'll have to think of something to do to keep ourselves occupied."
Siobhan looked at Dominic's face and felt her heart beat a little faster. Was he saying something or was he just saying something? She couldn't tell. But, she felt her blood race and her knickers get ever so slightly wet.
Twenty minutes went by where Dominic seemed engrossed by the football and Siobhan busied herself with the sweeping and mopping of the floor.
"You got a fella?"
"Not really, no." Siobhan's tone as she answered the question surprised herself, as to how calm and composed she seemed.
"Their loss," and with that, Dominic looked at her properly for the first time since he entered.
Siobhan felt electricity in her nipples as he seemed to take her in with his gaze. The uncertainty of what to do and say excited her immensely. Ultimately, she retreated into the back room, where she took a deep breath and began to rub the stress away from her forehead.
Just at the point where Siobhan was feeling like she'd got herself together, she felt a hard on the upper part of her arm. Dominic.
Before she had the chance to say anything, he pulled her in and pressed his lips hard against hers. Beyond the spark of electricity, she felt the warmth and firmness of his tongue, as he worked it into her mouth, causing her to moan loudly.
