“Actually, get me a couple and use your imagination, please.” I considered asking for six right off the bat, but knowing I tended to gag when attempting to knock back shots, I didn’t want to risk it just yet.
A few moments later, two shot glasses were set before me. “You wanna know their names?”
I eyed both drinks, one a light pink that looked watery, another creamy with what looked like whipped cream on it. “I’ll taste them first, you know, rather than letting the name sway me to my poison of choice.”
The bartender’s mouth twitched. “Have at it.”
With a nod of thanks, I grabbed both glasses, knocking back the pink concoction first, already wincing and preparing for the burn. When I didn’t gag and my eyes didn’t water, I nodded in relief at the sweetness. “Not bad.” Then it was onto the second. How the fuck was I going to get that down with all that cream?
I examined it, figuring out the best course of attack, investing far too much energy in the brilliant distraction this moment provided.
“Best to wrap your lips around it and down the whole thing.”
My gaze shifted to the bartender, and while he seemed amused at my focus, he didn’t seem to be setting me up. Nor did I see a camera in his hand. With a shrug, I lifted the glass to my mouth, wrapped my lips around the rim of the glass, and knocked it back.
It was sweet and creamy, and I readily dipped my tongue in to catch the last remnants of the cream.
“Do we have a winner?” he asked.
I pulled out a smile, knowing after a few more of these I’d be happily wasted, without the humiliation of gagging, and I could drift into oblivion for a little while. “This one for sure.” I indicated toward the creamy shot glass. “Hit me with their names, and I’ll have two more of those.”
“Sure thing.” He returned to the ingredients, saying, “The first one was a wet pussy.”
I snorted, because how could I not?
“Your favorite was a cum shot.”
My laughter was loud and a little overzealous. “Are you shitting me?”
The bartender smiled. “Nope. It’s all in the cream.”
I snorted out a hard laugh. Figured between a pussy and creamy cum, I’d opt for the latter. Story of my life at the moment. “Can I grab a beer too?” I eyed what was on tap and indicated toward what looked to be a local beer.
I knocked back the couple of shots as soon as they were in front of me, then took hold of the beer with thanks. “You the owner?” I asked, seeking additional distraction. My stomach felt warm, my head a little fuzzy, but it did nothing to distract me from the bitterness and hurt turning over my stomach.
“Yeah. Had this place for six years now. Moved out here from Minnesota.”
“No shit. What’s your name?”
He grinned and held out his hand. “Name’s Blake.” With a firm grip, he shook. “And you’re Jayden Moore.”
My shoulders sagged a little. Of course he’d know who I was.
Not only were we a stone’s throw away from Montview, but he hailed from the place I now called home.
“You support the Eagles?”
He folded his arms, stance relaxed, and an easy smile on his face. “Sure do. Used to have season tickets back in the day.”
“You been able to pick up a game recently?”
He bobbed his head. “Last season I caught the game against Ohio.”
I grinned, my shoulders easing a little. Given the chance, I could talk all night about basketball. Add in cum shooters and maybe I’d found the perfect distraction after all.
“Yeah? Good game to catch. Close game from memory.”
“Sure was.” Blake grinned. “One of your players especially had an impressive game, as I recall.”
