1. What Were the Chances?


    Date: 3/4/2016, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Jayne33, Rating: 21, Source: LushStories

    I don’t mind helping you get your money back, as long as you use it to put some decent music on,” I replied with a wink, before going back to collecting glasses. Things usually calmed down after the last public transport times had passed and that night was no exception. There were a few stragglers scattered across tables throughout the seating area and Old Mr Riley was in his usually place propping up the end of the bar. I was cleaning down the bottle shelf and thinking about what else I needed to get done before closing up, when a voice behind me broke my thoughts. “Did you approve of the music?” “Some of the rock songs weren’t really my cup of tea, but I liked the Sinatra. If that was you?” He pulled up a stool and placed his empty glass on the bar. I grabbed the bottle of single malt scotch and was about to pour him a shot when a thought came into my mind. “You got any ID?” He laughed and I couldn’t help chuckling along at the sight of his twinkling amused eyes and broad smile, “You don’t think I look old enough to drink?” “You do look young. I wouldn’t be doing my job properly if I didn’t ask.” “I’ll take that as a compliment and it seems I’ve got to thank you twice in one night.” He pulled the ID from his wallet, “Aren’t you the lucky girl?” I laughed not only at his cheeky response, but also the sight of his ID picture. With wide hazel eyes, below raised eyebrows and a really goofy grin, the picture could do nothing but make me giggle. “I know it’s certainly not the ...
    best pose. A friend of mine liked the picture and dared me to use it for my ID. Silly I know, but it is amusing watching people’s reactions.” “I’m sure it is… Luke, aged twenty one and ten months.” I poured his drink. He spent the rest of my shift chatting in between me serving customers. After everyone else had left and I’d bundled Old Mr Riley in a cab and sent him on his way home. I locked up the bar and poured myself and Luke a glass of scotch each. “You drink scotch?” “Never tried it, but I’m always game to try new things.” I took a large sip and nearly choked, as the burning liquid hit the back of my throat and trailed its heat through my insides. Luke laughed in response. I tipped the remainder into his glass and poured myself a vodka coke. “You seem a lot happier today,” he noted. “Yeah, I wasn’t feeling myself yesterday…” He raised his eyebrows indicated my innuendo, so I playful whipped him with my bar towel. “I didn’t mean like that! What I meant was I’d had an argument with my boyfriend before my shift, so I was feeling a little out of sorts.” “Ahh, that makes sense. You’ve obviously made up since then,” he said with the cheekiest of smirks. I may have only spent a short time talking with him, but something inside me knew I could trust him. I had no difficulty opening up and sharing with him things that you probably wouldn’t even share with people you’d known for years. Over the next four hours we propped up the bar in the darkened space and talked and talked about ...
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