10-28-2014, 02:37 PM
They planned. It was boring. Enrique paid attention. He did understand the necessity of it, but god it was tedious. She recommended he take some autos, but his revolvers would be coming for sure. The familiar weight of them in his hands had saved his life before and the life of his partners. He would bring the back-ups though. With only twenty-four shots and a long reload time, he wanted to be prepared. Plus, he could show off with the revolvers.
He was glad when she decided to go upstairs. For one, she could see what his bar was really like. For another he was hungry too. They went up and Enrique ordered arroz con pollo. He ate with Jacinda and had a few more beers. They chatted a bit and he spoke with the guys around him about football - real football.
Dinner finished Enrique rotated his chair to survey the room. "Hello there..."
he said quietly noticing a woman in a dark red dress that accentuated her figure quite well. Her dark hair matched her dark eyes. He lost her when the crowed started to part moving tables from the center of the room.
This happened every once in awhile. The patrons decided to dance. Enrique wondered what song they would choose and believe it or not, they went with that 90's pop star's Bailamos. It was pretty simple. A circle was formed and pairs went in the circle and danced for a bit. It was sort of a competition, judged by the applause afterwards. Enrique decided to watch while looking for the woman in the red dress.
The first few were meh. Enrique thought they were good, but it wasn't risqué enough. There was no seductiveness, no sensuality to it. Even though they were good, he was disappointed to say the least. He ordered a shot of whiskey, downed it, and stood up.
"Fuck it,"
he said and moved out into the middle of the circle.
His eyes roamed for a minute until he saw her - the woman in the red dress. He gave her a "come hither" stare and a grin before offering his hand and giving a slight twitch of the finger for her to come. She looked him up and down and smiled before entering the circle and taking his hand. He spun her around and pulled her close to him just as the chorus began again.
No light shown between them and they moved as one. One of her hands ran up and down his arms as his hand did her torso. He could feel the slight shudder she made as he did it. Their eyes locked and didn't move until she began to move downward seductively. She knew how to do this. The other dances had been discreet, but theirs was overtly sensual. It was the difference between a kiss on the cheek and making love.
She paused at his waist and glanced up at him, giving him a wink and a smile before moving back up. Those around that caught it whistled. She moved back up and as it was the end of the song, Enrique dipped her down, he back becoming parallel to the floor. His right arm held her back while his left moved and held her by her right knee. He held the position as the song finished and then lifted her back up, maybe copping-a-feel as he did so.
The applause was thunderous and it was obvious who the winner was as he took the girl back to the bar. Jacinda was there and he order three drinks to fill his guests as well as his dance partner and his own glasses.
"Jacinda, this is...I never got your name."
"Mercedes."
He was glad when she decided to go upstairs. For one, she could see what his bar was really like. For another he was hungry too. They went up and Enrique ordered arroz con pollo. He ate with Jacinda and had a few more beers. They chatted a bit and he spoke with the guys around him about football - real football.
Dinner finished Enrique rotated his chair to survey the room. "Hello there..."
he said quietly noticing a woman in a dark red dress that accentuated her figure quite well. Her dark hair matched her dark eyes. He lost her when the crowed started to part moving tables from the center of the room.
This happened every once in awhile. The patrons decided to dance. Enrique wondered what song they would choose and believe it or not, they went with that 90's pop star's Bailamos. It was pretty simple. A circle was formed and pairs went in the circle and danced for a bit. It was sort of a competition, judged by the applause afterwards. Enrique decided to watch while looking for the woman in the red dress.
The first few were meh. Enrique thought they were good, but it wasn't risqué enough. There was no seductiveness, no sensuality to it. Even though they were good, he was disappointed to say the least. He ordered a shot of whiskey, downed it, and stood up.
"Fuck it,"
he said and moved out into the middle of the circle.
His eyes roamed for a minute until he saw her - the woman in the red dress. He gave her a "come hither" stare and a grin before offering his hand and giving a slight twitch of the finger for her to come. She looked him up and down and smiled before entering the circle and taking his hand. He spun her around and pulled her close to him just as the chorus began again.
No light shown between them and they moved as one. One of her hands ran up and down his arms as his hand did her torso. He could feel the slight shudder she made as he did it. Their eyes locked and didn't move until she began to move downward seductively. She knew how to do this. The other dances had been discreet, but theirs was overtly sensual. It was the difference between a kiss on the cheek and making love.
She paused at his waist and glanced up at him, giving him a wink and a smile before moving back up. Those around that caught it whistled. She moved back up and as it was the end of the song, Enrique dipped her down, he back becoming parallel to the floor. His right arm held her back while his left moved and held her by her right knee. He held the position as the song finished and then lifted her back up, maybe copping-a-feel as he did so.
The applause was thunderous and it was obvious who the winner was as he took the girl back to the bar. Jacinda was there and he order three drinks to fill his guests as well as his dance partner and his own glasses.
"Jacinda, this is...I never got your name."
"Mercedes."