| The dark haired woman stopped outside the door, her hand taking the handle hesitantly as she took a deep breath before pushing open the swinging doors. She walked through slowly letting her eyes adjust to the dimly lit room. Also to make sure people saw her. As she walked slowly toward the bar she managed to make out a few familiar faces. Most of them a little shocked to see her. She made her way to the opposite side of the bar and waited patiently for the bartender to make his way over. She wasn�t actually sure why she�d come out tonight, just that she couldn�t stare at four walls anymore. And since she was stepping out as a single woman again she was going to do it right. She knew the low-riding leather pants she was wearing were an excellent start. She curled her normally wavy shoulder length black hair and dug out a red tie up corset top to match the pants. As she scanned the bar again she knew the outfit was having the desired effect. She turned to the bartender when he walked over to her, �What�ll it be?� he demanded. �The lady drinks Chivas.� She only turned her head slightly, already knowing the owner of the voice. She turned back to the bartender, nodding her ascent. She turned back to the voice to see him smirk as he fit his large frame into the cramp space next to her. She only smiled when he placed his hand low on her hip, his thumb right above the waistline, just touching her skin. He leaned against the bar, sitting his drink down. He gently eased her closer as they simply watched each other, waiting to see the other�s reaction. She angled her head, smiling slightly as she looked down at his hand. �Comfy?� she asked, raising her head to meet his eyes. �Been a while since you�ve been out.� He mentioned casually, ignoring her question. She twisted her body away slightly, his hand falling away from her hip, wagging a finger at him. Taking a step back she took a moment to gather her wits. This man made all her good sense fly out the window. They�d always shared flirtatious banter with each other; now seemed a good time to see where it was going. �So where�s . . .� he began, reaching to touch her again. �Ancient history.� She interrupted, picking up her drink when it was presented. His hazel eyes flashed with only a second of surprise, �So...is tonight...� �A night out as a single woman again.� She declared, raising her drink slightly in silent toast. �Well, allow me to help.� He offered; she barely controlled the shiver that rolled down her spine at the sound of his voice as it dropped huskily. She turned away from the bar to face him, leaning her hip against it. She did her best to avoid his touch when he reached to touch her arm; smiling slowly. �And just how do you plan on doing that?� she asked, her amber eyes dancing. She watched his eyes darken slightly; mischievous glints making her almost drown. She didn�t move or protest when he stepped forward, she raised her head as he lowered his. She felt his hand slide under her hair his fingers teasing the nape of her neck. �I�ve got a few ideas.� He whispered, her eyes closed when she felt his breath on her lips. Then she felt herself being jerked away from the bar and out of his arms. �Anora, what are you doing?!� a voice demanded. Her eyes fluttered open to the voice now in front of her. Her face twisted in annoyance. She pushed and pulled her way out of his grasp, pushing him away from her. �Get your hands off of me!� she demanded. �What do you think you�re doing?� The dark blond hair man asked. �Listen carefully Shawn! None of your damn business!� she said emphatically, before turning back to the bar. �This isn�t funny Anora.� Shawn snapped. Anora turned to face him, propping her elbows on the bar as she leaned on it heavily, stretching slightly to make sure the corset top rode up slightly; a thin smile on her lips. �Do I look amused?� she began, �Then again, my humor is that twisted.� She mentioned casually. Shawn twisted his glare to the large man next to her, �This is funny to you, Hunter?� he asked when he saw the blond smiling. �The lady is single.� Hunter reminded Shawn, placing his hand on Anora�s waist as he moved to stand behind her, pulling her back against him. Shawn turned his attention back to the dark haired woman. �So you�re going after my friends to hurt me?� She laughed low in her throat, her head falling back on Hunter�s shoulder. �Try to grasp the idea that nothing I do is remotely related to you anymore.� Anora snapped. �So, I�m supposed to believe that you�re letting someone who used to be a friend grab your ass just because . . .� Anora pushed away from Hunter, jabbing her finger into Shawn�s chest, �I don�t care if he had me bent over the bar with his tongue down my throat!! It�s none of your damn business.� When she saw the look on Shawn�s face, she grinned wickedly, �What�s wrong Shawn? Didn�t expect me out tonight? Expected me to be somewhere pining for you? Devastated cause I couldn�t hold on to you?� she asked snidely, leaning back against Hunter. The intimidation of coming out alone now long gone; burned away by the hurt and anger of being used. Shawn sighed heavily, �Anora, you know I never meant to hurt you. We just didn�t . . .� �Work out. Yes, I know. You were very clear about that.� She interrupted matter-of-factly. �Let�s see how did that speech go again. �It�s not you, honey. It�s me. I know you really deserve someone better. I�m really sorry baby.� Anora recited. �Is that about right Shawn? You must be able to say that in your sleep by now. Every time a woman catches you banging a fan against the wall of a locker room.� She mentioned. Anora rolled her eyes as she flipped her hair off her shoulder, �Believe me when I tell you, that I�m very over you.� �By throwing yourself at the first available warm body?� Shawn snapped. Anora moved with the momentum of Hunter�s body as he charged toward Shawn. She pressed back against him, her boots digging into the floor, barely holding him in place. �Easy darlin�.� Anora asked quietly, grasping his hand holding it to her waist. Anora turned her attention back to Shawn, jerking out of his grasp when he took her arm. �Piss off Shawn! I am not your problem anymore.� She stepped around Shawn, heading toward the ladies room, when she felt a hand in hers. She turned to find Hunter pulling her in the direction dance floor. On the floor, Hunter pulled Anora back to him; he buried his hand in her hair, the other sliding down her back to splay across her butt, pulling her closer to him. She barely had time to lift her hands to his shoulder before he was tilting her head as he slanted his mouth over hers hungrily. When he finished he slid his hand around her waist and began moving slightly to the music playing. When her head stopped spinning Anora say the distracted look in his eyes, she meet his eyes seriously, �I wouldn�t do that ya know.� she said softly. �Do what?� he asked in confusion. �Use you to hurt him. I don�t care one way or another about him; much less take the time or effort to do something to actually �hurt� him. And I wouldn�t do that to you.� She rambled. When Hunter shrugged, she reached up and touched his cheek, �Do you think I would?� she asked. Hunter smirked, running his hand up her back. �Trying to decide if I care.� He admitted. Anora smiled as she tightens her grip in his hand. When she saw him glaring at Shawn across the room, she let go of his hand and with little effort wrapped both arms around his neck, drawing his attention back to her. �I believe you mentioned an offer to help.� She reminded him. Anora didn�t bother to suppress the shiver that ran up her spine as she watched the smirk slide across his lips. �I vaguely recall that, yeah.� He mentioned. �I think I�d like to hear that offer.� She decided, sliding against him slowly, �and in great detail.� ~~FIN~~ |
| You Can Feel Bad (Written by:Matraca Berg/Tim Krekel) (Sung by: Patty Loveless) The car is runnin' and your bags are packed I guess that says it all Your head is hangin' and you look real sad Maybe you should've called You say you think you need a brand-new start You're really sorry that you broke my heart Well, I'm not really fallin' apart, but baby You can feel bad if it makes you feel better Picture me cryin' reading all your love letters Walkin' around in your old sweaters, baby You can feel bad if it makes you feel better Maybe I'll go out tonight, yeah, I'll paint the town And maybe I'll run into you, while I'm runnin' 'round There's a good chance I'll be alone An even better one that you won't And when it's time for me to go home, baby You can feel bad if it makes you feel better Picture me cryin' reading all your love letters Walkin' around in your old sweaters, baby You can feel bad if it makes you feel better If it makes you feel something Yeah, take another look at these tears I'm crying They're not fallin' on your shoulders, they're fallin' on mine Yeah, Ive seen this comin' for a long, long time Now, I'll be just fine You can feel bad if it makes you feel better And picture me cryin' reading all your love letters Walkin' around in your old sweaters, baby You can feel bad if it makes you feel better You can feel bad if it makes you feel better And picture me cryin' reading all your love letters Walkin' around in your old sweaters, baby You can feel bad if it makes you feel better If it makes you feel something If it makes you feel better |
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