Lets talk about your body (Anastacia)

[Dante Stark]

Danticus pulled into the parking bay not too far away from the local tavern he sometimes visited when he fancied a nice relaxing drink. Stepping out of his car he closed the door and clicked his keys locking it, He'd recently purchased the new car having lost his old one due to a freak hunting accident that left him with a broken arm, but he had healed up nicely and was looking for some sweet to drink. He opened up the doors to the tavern and looked around noticing some of the familiar regulars give him a nod and a wave, he moved swiftly towards the bar area.

"The usual." He nodded to the barmaid who brought him a bottle of Jack Daniels and a small glass, he sat there pouring his drink and slowly brought the glass up to his lips and tasted his sweet devilish beverage. Danticus had looked at his phone and began to text one of his hunting partners if they had any Intel that he could look over or anything in the area that might have needed dealing with. Pretty much most of the hunts Danticus had gone on ended with him either cleaning up a body or trying to hunt down the missing beast, and yet he still had a hot piece of ass on his mind "Anastacia." She was the one that'd ditched him and he lusted to see her again unaware of where she hung out as he'd not been back to the sports bar in awhile.

Sipping his drink he felt his phone vibrate and deleted the message instantly.. He hated it when girls had discovered his phone number it meant they text him asking to meet up again. He blocked the number and poured himself another drink observing as the barmaid shot him a dirty devilish grin, he looked on as she licked her lips at him but he lowered his head and knocked back his drink.

"Tracy, I've said this before.. never will i or do i ever want to board the GILF train alright.." He pointed at her and shot her a dirty look.. and she walked away to serve another customer, he smiled and knocked back another drink. Danticus could hear the music and the background and he lightly tapped his feet against the bar humming the song Barracuda.. nobody had sat next to him yet which was a good sign he'd be able to enjoy a peaceful evening without having to deal with douche bags. He placed his glass back down on the counter and looked ordered himself another bottle of Jack Daniels before popping the top and pouring it into his glass, He'd not even started to feel the buzz of the alcohol but he knew he felt a lot happier than he did at the start of the evening.

[anastacia]

"How am I supposed to serve people with a smile with you breathing down my neck? Get the hell out of her, boss-man! I can do this!" It was a voice of someone stressed out from too many thoughts banging around her mind- literally. Anastacia stood out, as always, even at work. Her uniform was just a little black dress and a black apron, and she still came off as a big ball of noticeable boldness. And then, there she was. The tall blonde with shocking hazel eyes shoved the kitchen door open as she walked out backwards, calling into the kitchen  "Just you watch! I'll be the best goddamn waitress here by next week!" it was followed by a laugh as she turned, carrying a large platter of food and drinks when she saw him.

The platter crashed to the floor as the edibles spattered everywhere and glass and ceramics shattered. 'Real sneaky, dumbass.' The blonde thought to herself as she stared at him for a moment of confusion before she turned around and went straight back into the kitchen. "Clean up on aisle...everywhere. We're gonna need those orders remade, guys, I'll get them some free drinks." Ana shouted before she left the room again, and scurried past behind the bar, as far away from him as possible as she began to pour the finest beer they had, grumbling to herself.

Why was he here?

Ana was so certain he'd be prowling around the sports bar. But here? She couldn't slip outside away from him here. Keeping her eyes down as she pushed past people, trying to blend in as she made her way to the other table. This was the moment when she hated her body. That sex-goddess body with corn silk locks of bright hair made her obvious. She stuck out like an elephant in
Antarctica. Serving the group, the blonde sucked in a harsh breath, but kept her smile as she apologized and said that all drinks of the night were free.

Moving back behind the bar, Ana got herself a shot of tequila and a glass of whiskey. It seemed like she was going to need it. "Smoke break, boss-man!" She called as she escaped outside with the pack of cigarettes and her glass of whiskey. If she droned out her break, maybe he'd leave. Leaning against the brick wall in the ally as she dragged it her smokes to keep it as long as possible.

Why...

[Dante Stark]

Danticus observed the klutzy waitress before she'd left the bar.. He realised who that waitress was and boy did he scurry out the door once he saw her leave. He followed her out into the alleyway and saw her smoking and clutching a glass of whiskey.

"Aww, if it isn't little Ms. Ana.. I never figured you for a waitressing girl.. You should have worn that uniform at my place all thought I'd prefer it to stay on my floor.." He chuckled pulling a small silver case out off his jacket. He grabbed one of the cigarettes and put it in his mouth before returning the silver container and lighting his smoke - He took a long drag letting the moment sink in between them.

"Y'know Ana, at first i hated your guts.. and wanted you to desperately get hit by a bus, but after that night we shared.. i found those feelings disappear and be replaced by new found feelings... something more than hate... but just on the verge of love.." He chuckled softly taking another drag off of his smoke.

The air between them seemed tense and he was only making it worse with his comments about the intimate night they had shared together. Danticus had wanted to see Ana again but he'd no idea that she was this close to him.. and he felt a fool was he willing to open himself up to her.. why did he even come outside to confront her or make sex jokes at her.

"Well anyway, i just came to say my what i needed to say.. and well I'm not one for feelings as we can both tell so i um... i think I'm going to go find another bar.. i don't want to weird you out. " He turned around and stopped in the alleyway and his mind began screaming at him..

He never did want to reveal to her that he'd never stopped thinking about her since that night, then he'd have fallen straight into her trap and she'd have been able to pussy-whip him for life.. and he was moments away from spilling everything.. She had some weird illogical effect on his brain and he wanted to scream he loved her.. He started to walk down the alleyway and he felt something tug at his jacket.. Was this her going to rip him apart with his insults or was this something else.. Or was he just caught in the moment and thought she had grabbed him.