It was late at night as usual when she was closing the bar up. Savana looked around at the mess the patrons had left behind, and exhaled a big sigh. Sav, as most called her, leaned back on the bar in between two stools. She let her head fall back onto the bar as she rested a minute, gathering her thoughts on what to tackle first. Her long lean legs stretched out beyond the stools, moving one foot in a circular motion and then the other. Somehow she felt as though she had been on her feet for days, instead of just the eight hours. Savana couldn't help but take a few more extra minutes to stretch out, flexing her muscles as she arched her back and neck.
Finally she pushes off the bar and goes to the closet to get her comfy clean-up shoes, the flat sandal type that let her feet breathe and don't hurt nearly as much after a long night of serving. Looking to the tables first, she gets the dish bin and takes it to the first table, starts to clear the dishes, mostly empty beer mugs then remembers that she needs music to go with the cleaning. She walks to the jukebox, drops in a couple of quarters and selects something with a beat.
Petar stumbles from the bathroom stall and holds himself up on the sink while he washes his hands. Positive that he had indeed drunk too much tonight and sure that he couldn't possibly get sick again. Thinks to get upset at his friends for it later, then has to laugh as he realizes he likely won't remember too many thoughts from tonight in the morning.
He realizes that he should write a few things down, so takes the paper towel, tosses it in the trash and slowly (or quickly) opens the door. As he struggles with it he hears some loud music come on. Finally getting the door open, he quickly hops through it so it doesn't hit his ass on the way. Not so graceful at this point, Petar trips and stumbles out then lands to the floor with a thud.
With the music on so loud, Savana is startled by the sudden thud near the restroom. She grabs used fork off the table, and walks towards the restroom to investigate. She looks down to the floor near the restrooms to see a dark haired man, struggling to stand up but failing miserably. Rolling her eyes and counting to ten as she looks him over figuring he is another drunk asshole. She saunters over to him, mustering up her best bitchy voice. Loudly she says, "What the hell? The bar is closed, get the fuck out!"
Petar struggles with his balance and failing. He hears her voice and immediately pauses to look in her direction. Now in a sitting position he sees her feet first, the toes neatly painted in green polish, the sandals loose around her feet. As his eyes trail up her long legs he notices her toned thighs and the tight little shorts that grip her little hips perfectly. Petar can't help but lick his lips as he continues on up, the green belly button piercing sparkling at him. A smile now parting his lips as his eyes move up her incredible torso, feminine but not too girly. Toned and sexy, he catches his breath as he gets to her lips, full and pink plus so kissable. Then her eyes catch him and seem to hold him mesmerized for a time, blue with a touch of green sprinkled in.
"I.... I am sooo sooorrry," he slurs badly.
Sav realizes that this poor guy is too far gone to be a threat and tones it down a little when she speaks quieter, "Let me try to help you up, get you a cab maybe?"
Petar gathers his mind and slowly says, "I could use a cab, pleeaasssssee" only slightly slurred this time.
Seeing how hard he's struggling, Savana walks to him a little faster. Her arm goes around his lower back to help him. They both grunt as they get him leaning against the wall. She makes sure he is steady by looking into his eyes. She gasps gently as she notices his handsome face, tanned with little laugh lines at his eyes and mouth. Showing that he is in fact playfully mature. Sav moves her eyes over his face, taking him all in. She sees his nose looks slightly tilted, like it had been broken before. Sav stops herself from the intense study of his face when he smiles at her. She looks him straight in the eyes, and pats his back.
"Well hello there sir, I am Savana. The bartender and/or waitress here at this fine establishment." Sav adds with a grin, her eyes still studying his face.
He lets out a low growl as he tries to let go of the wall but can't, the wall his only way to stay somewhat standing.
"Well Miss Savana, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Petar, your very drunk left behind patron!" Petar proudly manages without slurring, a slight playfulness to his tone.
Finally Sav peels her eyes from his face, to look toward the door. She wonders how she will get this man to the door by herself. She realizes that even in his drunken state he is sexy as hell. Hard chest, well defined, even through his loose shirt; the curves of his ass are tight, shaped by the black jeans he has on. His face is almost perfectly symmetrical except for the nose, though it didn't make him any less attractive.
Savana was having some trouble her whole body seemed to be reacting to this man, a complete stranger. It took her by surprise that her body would betray her like this. Not only was Savana not a fan of drunkenness, she didn't like strangers either. She could be friendly but liking them so willingly and being attracted to one was new to her. Her nipples grew hard, brushing against the fabric of her lace bra. Her muscles contracted between her legs, almost aching to be touched. As she looked to the floor, she hoped she was the only one noticing her reaction to him. She had to gasp when she saw what had to be the biggest bulge she had ever seen forming a tent in his jeans.
Petar couldn't help but run his eyes over her again. He knew that she wouldn't be happy with the thoughts in his head. Things that were passing through his mind; things he could do to her. Her moaning his name as they fucked each other quick and hard on the nearest bar stool. Her gasp jarred him from his thoughts and he looked at her face. He saw where she was looking, so Petar adjusted his stance and looked down to see if that helped hide it. As he turned back to her face, she was now looking him in the eyes. Their eye contact was suddenly something out of one of the romantic comedies Petar never watched.
Savana abruptly stands. "I'll call that cab for you," As she walks towards the phone.
Petar has more strength now and he makes quick work of the space between them. Grabbing Sav on the arm just above her elbow, he tugs her back into his arms. The minimal force almost knocks both of them to the bar floor. Savana struggles to keep them upright and looks at him, quite puzzled. As she stands close to him, all she can do is notice how tall he is compared to her. Savana has long legs that can usually make up the height difference between her and any man. But Petar is a head taller then her.
Shocked again by the effect this man has on her, Savana pushes away from him, but his hands tighten their grip and hold her there. His arms are too strong to argue with or break free from, so she has no choice but to look up at him. She sees, his smile and eyes look gentle, sweet almost, yet his exterior tells an opposite story. Aware of the blush dusting her cheeks she tries the subtle approach of speaking to take control of her self again.
