The Blue Bar was a new, funky, bar in the heart of London's trendy areas. Although only opened 4 months ago, its reputation had spread throughout Europe as one of the most popular clubs to have a drink, dance, and simply hang out. The music was always kicking, and megastars were reputed to go there all the time. Busted in particular were constantly seen at the Blue Bar, as the band was very close with the young owner, Danny.
Sarah didn't really know her way well around London at all. One of her friends Jenny had advised her that the Blue Bar was the best around and that if she did nothing else in England, to go visit it. So feeling rather grumpy, she managed to take a taxi to the entrance of the bar. The queue travelled all the way down the alley. Sarah just stared at it and groaned. Trust Jenny to pick the most popular bar. The beat of the music could be heard very faintly, and people in nice clothes stood shuffling in the line, while a pair of bouncers stood guard at the door. It would take her an hour and a half to get in there at least. She was about to turn and leave when a hand grabbed her around the waist. She spun and almost aimed an uppercut at the guy in front of her. Tall, and with a sleazy smirk, she recognised the man to be David, from one of Britain's top bands, Genesis. In the back of her mind, she remembered that Busted and Genesis were the two biggest band enemies and that many fights had erupted between the members.
"How ya doing fine thing?" The man grinned at her and she simply stared with her mouth wide open. No guy in Australia would dare grab her around the waist and try hitting on her like that. He smirked at her shock. "Wanna get in there?" He cocked his head at the door. Sarah frowned, uncertain. He leaned closer. She smelt alcohol and recoiled. "I can get you in if..." He started to whisper some suggestions in her ear, but didn't get far, because she launched a hard kick at his...sensitive area. He leapt back in surprise and then his expression grew nasty.
"You little..." He cursed her and tried a half tackle. She danced back out of his reach, with her fists up and adrenaline pumping. With a grim smile, she thought about how taking her anger out on this disgusting sleaze would probably make her feel better. Then the bouncers grabbed him, and a hand gripped her shoulder gently. She whirled around, slapping it away and bringing her fists around to face the new threat. A tall, curly haired lad held his hands up with a barely suppressed smile. She felt a surge of annoyance at his cockiness and was about to-
"You've got a great swing there." His eyes flicked over her appreciatively and Sarah let out a growl.
'I have so had enough of guys doing that,' she thought, as she began to storm out of the street. David's yells of hatred followed her down the street.
"Hey, wait up!" The lad ran after her and touched her elbow. She spun around again with a dangerous look on her face.
"Leave. Me. Alone."
He cocked his head. "Look, I can get you into the Blue Bar. Actually, I can get fiiinnne lookin' lasses like yourself free drinks if you're in-ter-est-ed," He drawled sexily, lifting his eyebrows with a mischievious grin. It froze. It wasn't until she took her cold stare off him that he felt oxygen flowing back into his body. Wow. Talk about Ice Maiden.
Sarah leaned in, and her breath tickled his cheek.
"David back there thought the same thing, and I'm sure a fiiinnne lookin' lad like yourself wouldn't be in-ter-est-ed," she mimicked his drawl, "in going through the same education he got."
The young man stared. 'Aha!' he thought. 'Australian accent.' He started to grin. All right. She could give as good as she got.
"Danny." He held out his hand. She turned away. Second time that day.
"Sorry Danny, not in the mood."
He nodded to her departing back knowingly. He knew the game. The girl would pretend to ignore him and play hard to get, but with a small bit of persuasion, they always ended up coming back to the bar with him. And this time it was seriously worth it. This chick was damn fine, even though she had been eyeing him like dog meat.
"Hey please, wait up." He called after her. She had been walking faster away from him than she was supposed to. He frowned. Maybe this Aussie didn't do it the same way most lasses did.
Muttering a few choice swear words, he jogged to catch up to her again. "Hey, it's dangerous to be out wandering the streets at night. You could get hurt or something." He was pretty pleased with the macho way he sounded. She gave him an amused, dismissive glance.
"I can take care of myself."
He nodded, remembering the way she had landed David back there. "Ok well, at least come back to the club and I'll order a taxi for you. There's no way you can stand out here in the cold waiting for one."
She finally turned to him. Her look was cool. "And you expect me to believe you'll really order a taxi for me if I went back with you?" Her voice was covered with biting sarcasm.
"Heck yeh. I'm the owner of the club, so I gotta be on my best behaviour." His cheeky grin was infectious. In spite of herself, Sarah smiled back. He just stared. Forget about being hot when she was in killer-ice-girl mode. When she smiled like that, she was stunning. Beyond stunning. Danny's mouth dropped open and a cold sweat broke out. He wrenched his face away from her. Thank God she hadn't seen him.