The New Girl

[KIT RATHBONE]

Brad... didn't know what to say to what this chick was telling him. He was going to tell her that his tan was natural even if it was a big fat lie but she didn't stop talking. She dissed his tan, his hair and his lips. He just stood there seething and narrowing his eyes at her as if to try and intimidate her.

Kit heard everything that Gina said, listening with one ear while his back was to them as he fixed up the martini, and it took everything in him not to let it show that he was chuckling quietly. She said everything that he'd been thinking about this douchebag. He was pretty sure his muscles probably weren't natural either. He probably used steroids, which was something that Kit never believed in needing. A little hard work and dedication was all it took to get in shape. It wasn't something that just happened it was a lifestyle choice. And although he might have been a drunk who happened to own a bar, he found time to work out, and lifting those crates full of booze from the shipment trucks was a workout in itself.

When he was done fixing the idiot's drink he turned and set it down on a coaster on the bar for him. "Twelve bucks." He told him flatly and looked over at Gina to give her a playful little wink. The martini should have only been six since he used the cheapest vodka they had, but he figured he might as well double it and let that pay for Gina's drinks.

"Twelve bucks? I ain't paying that shit, man. And you," he glared at the girl and then pounded his fist on the rim of the bowl of peanuts so that they'd go flying out of the bowl and into the girl's lap. "You're just a stupid little bitch."

"Hey!" Kit practically barked when he saw what the asshole did. "Not funny, Chuckles. You better apologize or get the hell out." Normally he wouldn't give them the option to stay but he had recalled Regina saying that she was a cop and she could probably handle herself. Not to mention with the orange goblin he didn't know if he had friends that he'd come back with. Not that it would be a problem but he'd much rather not have to cover damages more than he already did with his locals.

"Fuck you man!" The guy left his martini there and started to walk away.

Kit watched him like a dog, making sure he went in the direction of the exit. "Yeah, don't let the door hit you on your way out." He grumbled and then turned his attention back to Gina and heaved a sigh. Owner, bartender, bouncer. Kit did it all!

"If you catch him outside go easy on him, huh? He'd probably wet himself." This woman may have been hotter than hell and had herself a nice rack - not that he was really looking - but he could definitely get the sense that she'd kick his ass if she passed him on the streets. Not to mention he was pretty sure she had a gun packed away somewhere. The exciting part was trying to guess where.

[GINA FAYE]

"Twelve bucks." Gina had been cherishing the look of the orange goblin's face when Kit spoke, setting the guy's drink on the counter. She stifled a laugh at Kit's wink, biting her lip. He was so sexy. Her attention was drawn away again by the oompa loompa freaking out. "Twelve bucks? I ain't paying for that shit, man. And you..." Gina raised her eyebrows at him before bringing her hands to her face to block against the assault of the peanuts flying at her. She gasped at she did so. "You're just a stupid little bitch." Before she could even show him how much of a bitch she was, Kit barked...almost literally. "Hey! Not funny, Chuckles. You better apologize or get the hell out." Her eyes glared at the clown, grabbing a fistful of peanuts off her lap before dropping them in the bowl again. "Fuck you man!" The oompa loompa walked away, both Kit's and Gina's eyes on him. If he tried anything else, Gina was ready to pull her gun from her purse and tell him to get the fuck out.

"Yeah, don't let the door hit you on your way out." Gina turned her eyes back to Kit and smiled at his heavy sigh. She was still grabbing peanuts out of her lap and tossing them in the bowl. "If you catch him outside go easy on him, huh? He'd probably wet himself." Gina laughed, brushing her skirt off some. "If I weren't havin' such a good time here hangin' out with you, I'd probably arrest him for assaulting an officer," she confessed. Her eyes looked down and found that the peanuts had not only found a home in her lap. They found a home in her cleavage too. Without thinking that Kit was there, she reached down the front of her shirt and dug out the couple peanuts that didn't slip from her grasp. She plopped them in the bowl with the others before diving back in with a cute scrunched up face. Then she looked at Kit again and laughed. "Oh my God, I'm so rude," she said through her laughter. She turned her back to him, giving him a playful glare over her shoulder before smiling and looking back down her shirt. It took a couple more tries, but she got all of the ones she could see.

Turning back around she sighed and dropped the last couple in the bowl, and then brushed her hands together to get any extra crumbs off. "I'll probably find more in there later," she said mostly to herself. Big boobs had their perks, but storing food for winter was not one of them in her mind. Her eyes turned back to Kit and she tossed a peanut at him, pinging it off his head with a laugh. "Hey, you let people like that in this bar?" she asked. "There should be a sign outside forbiddin' oompa loompas." She let a playful smile, bordering on flirty, cross her plump lips. "But maybe I should bring that up to the owner." She honestly thought Kit was just the bartender and semi-bouncer. She thought the owner would be a lot like him, though.

[KIT RATHBONE]

"If I weren't havin' such a good time here hangin' out with you, I'd probably arrest him for assaulting an officer,"

Kit kept glaring at the door as if he half expected the guy to come bursting through the door with a posse of orange goblins, but it didn't happen. He probably realized he had stumbled into the wrong bar and after that long lingering look he finally shook his head and turned his attention back to Gina, watching as she dumped the nuts back into the bowl out of her lap. He'd might as well just give her a trash can since he'd have to dump them anyway and saw her fish a few out from between her breasts and his brows raised an a not bad sort of way. "Oh my God, I'm so rude," "Who here wouldn't want peanuts that were wedged between your boobs?" He asked and snorted at the thought. He could probably place them in front of any guy sitting at the bar and they wouldn't have even known what was going on, drunk bastards. That's when she decided to throw one of the peanuts and hit him on the head. He gave her a meek look and shook his head before he grabbed a couple that she'd just put back in the bowl and flung them at her. "Now clean that up!" He scolded in a playful way, of course he wasn't going to make her clean that up. There was bound to be a mangy beast that would clean it up later.

"Hey, you let people like that in this bar?" He rolled his shoulders in a careless sort of shrug as if he could care less, just as long as they paid their tab what did he care? "There should be a sign outside forbiddin' oompa loompas. But maybe I should bring that up to the owner." He rolled his eyes at this, knowing that most people who came in here thought that his name was just a coincidence to the name of the bar. Because who would name it Jack Kit, right? "I don't think the owner would want to discriminate. We let all kinds of animals in here," literally, he thought to himself and found his little joke amusing and grinned to himself.

This girl definitely had spunk and he enjoyed that in a woman, finding it amusing how she seemed so calm about what happened. At least it hadn't been a drink that was dumped on her lap, she probably would have shot the man, not that Kit would have cared. He would have thought it was pretty sexy. He always enjoyed a woman with a bit of power. "Martini?" He asked and slid the martini glass closer to her in a joking manner before he took it away completely. He was pretty sure she wasn't going to want that man's drink and he wouldn't blame her.

"The was the second one like him this week too. Is there a Jersey Shore convention in town or something?"

[GINA FAYE]

Gina squealed and turned away from Kit as he tossed a couple peanuts back at her. She laughed, liking playfulness in a guy. "Now clean that up!" She poked out her lip at him, pouting playfully, before dropping a few more back in the bowl. "I don't think the owner would want to discriminate. We let all kinds of animals in her." They certainly did. She wondered if a literal vixen ever wandered in here before. Well, now one had! She smiled to herself, straightening her top, making double sure there weren't any peanuts still stuck in her cleavage. Next time she saw that douche, she might just give him a flash of her gun. No amount of steroids could defend against a bullet. He'd probably piss himself. She was satisfied at the thought.

"Martini?" She looked up and gave an exaggerated grimace, then laughed as he took away. She was still delightfully buzzed anyway, and she didn't need anymore alcohol. "That was the second one like him this week too. Is there a Jersey Shore convention in town or something?" Gina shook her head. "Sweet baby Jesus, I hope not. I can't believe people watch that shit anyway," she replied with a roll of her blue eyes. She pushed the bowl of peanuts towards Kit with a smirk. "Cleavage peanuts?" she asked, as if offering some. She gave a laugh before bending down to grab her purse. When she looked up she saw a couple guys down the bar watching her, looking right down her shirt. She shook her head with a smile, thinking all men were dogs, and then put her purse in her lap to get her phone.

When she went to pull her phone out, she found...more peanuts! "Oh, purse peanuts, too!" she said as if excited. There weren't many, so she pulled the few she found, and then tossed one at Kit with a laugh before dropping the others on the bar. "I have a feelin' this is going to turn into an all out peanut battle," she teased, leaning her elbows onto the bar. Looking at him right now...ugh, he was just dreamy. She would be the happiest person alive if she could get in his pants tonight. But she had to clear something up first. "So you got a girlfriend, Cowboy?" she inquired with a flirtatious smile and a lame nickname, like when they first started this banter between them. Gina always liked to make sure the way was clear before she moved in on a man. She didn't like the drama that came with taken men.

[KIT RATHBONE]

Asked if he believed anyone watched the shit show that was Jersey Shore he just scoffed and shook his head as he poured the martini down the sink that was behind the bar and rinsed out the glass before picking up a rag so he could dry it out. He liked to just clean the glasses as he went since it didn't leave a big build up of them at the end of the night.

"Cleavage peanuts?' He cocked a brow at her and then let out a chuckle at what she called them. Cleavage peanuts. "Maybe I should market those, 'Kit's Cleavage Peanuts', all the men would buy them." Although when he thought about his name being in front of it he gave a puzzled sort of look like he just caught on to what sounded wrong about it and then shook his head. "Maybe just 'Cleavage Peanuts' would be good enough," he said and thought that was one of those ridiculous inventions that just might make you some money.

Gina clearly wasn't done tossing peanuts his way and the next one hit him in the shoulder and he just shook his head again at her. She was having way too much fun and instead of flirting with anyone else in the bar she seemed to only want to flirt with him. Yep, he'd caught on to her flirting and he couldn't deny that he liked it, what guy wouldn't like a hot woman flirting with them? She was pulling peanuts out of her purse, her lap and her shirt. What next, her nose? The thought was kind of gross but funny and he chuckled a little at the thought, yet it seemed like he was just enjoying the silly things she said.

"So you got a girlfriend, Cowboy?" For some reason her question didn't really surprise him, he figured she probably had a nice little buzz going for her since she seemed to be in such a light mood. "Don't waste any time do you, Girl Scout?" He teased with his own little corny nickname right on back. He caught sight of the other men down the bar from the corner of his eye and noticed they seemed to be staring at her. Of course they were! He wouldn't be surprised if all the men in the bar were staring at her and suddenly he thought of the other women who frequented the bar, having a feeling if Cheyenne walked through those doors right now he could see a cat fight breaking out and that didn't seem like too bad an idea.

The question seemed to weigh heavier than it should have an his smile faltered slightly but he was quick to put it right back on his face. He had an ex girlfriend whose couch he crashed on every chance he got, a woman who was out there pregnant with his bastard child, and this sexy vixen wanted to know if he had a girlfriend? "Nope, free as a jaybird. Why, you interested in the position?" He asked and turned his head to the side giving her his best playful sultry look, even puckering up his lips and blowing a fake kiss her way.

[GINA FAYE]

"Don't waste any time do you, Girl Scout?" Gina grinned from ear to ear. "What's the point in wasting time? It's such a waste!" she teased. "So do you?" She was pressing, but playfully. Gina could be serious, but she didn't like to be. The only person she really got serious with was her Nana, and even then, the two of them were mostly playful in their banter. The thing was, Gina didn't see a point in being serious all the time. She had a serious job for a serious reason, and that was enough seriousness for her everyday life. She also didn't see the point in pussy footing around what she wanted. There wasn't a day that went by where she wasn't blunt with somebody. If she wanted something, she would let it be known that she wanted it. How was she going to get it, otherwise? Tonight, right now, she wanted Kit.

"Nope, free as a jaybird. Why, you interested in the position?" She laughed loudly at the sultry look he gave her. It was ridiculous! He would be fun even if she didn't get him in bed, she could tell. "Don't tease me now, Partner," she replied with a laugh. She liked this coming up with corny nicknames game. Her fingers ran through her hair as she continued smiling at him. She could have had any other guy in the bar, but she wanted him. He should feel flattered. She wasn't conceited, it was just a fact. "When you give me that kind of look, how could I not be interested?" she teased, exaggerating a few of her words. Gina could play the game either way: pursued or pursuer. If she was turned down, that wouldn't stop her from seeing the other person again, she just wouldn't be the pursuer the next time. The only time she'd failed, though, was if the guy was already taken or if he was gay. Yes, she had hit on a couple gay guys by mistake, but they ended up laughing about it afterward, and they would gush over how gorgeous she was and fashion sense.

She leaned over the bar more, not really trying to give him a good look at her boobs, but doing a good job unintentionally. "Say I was interested in a part time position, how would I go about applying for that?" she asked with a flirty smile. Gina didn't do boyfriends. Not often anyway. It always ended up in someone getting bored, usually her, and she didn't like to be hurt. But she would stick around a guy for a couple of weeks and have her fun with him. It rarely ended anything but amicably. She liked to go into those arrangements with everyone being aware of what it was and what would be: a good time. Kit? He seemed like a good time. She was already imagining what was under those clothes of his.

[KIT RATHBONE]

"Don't tease me now, Partner," He thought it was rather funny and apparently she did too. Of course her come on was very strong but what did he care? Hell, he was a guy and she was one sexy woman! "When you give me that kind of look, how could I not be interested?" He could make some silly expressions from time to time but only when he was in a really good mood like he was tonight. It was just one of those nights were apart from the orange oompa loompa nothing had gone drastically wrong yet. The shipment wasn't late, the drains weren't overflowing, hell even John or Dave or whatever the hell his name was had been doing his job for once.

"Say I was interested in a part time position, how would I go about applying for that?" He raised a brow at her curiously and was about to say something witty but then he heard the timer ding on the fryer which meant that the food was done. He stuck a finger up, "hold that thought," and then turned to go grab one of the wire baskets lined with red and white checkered paper and emptied the freshly done french fries from the fryer into the basket and damn were they hot!

He had to wait for them to stop shooting grease everywhere before he could shut off the fryer and bring the basket over to Regina along with a stack of napkins. "They're hot so be careful," he'd almost forgotten that the damn fryer was on and was glad that there was a timer that beeped when the food was done otherwise he would have lost his bar a long time ago.

"So," he brushed his hands off on his jeans and cleared his throat, actually forgetting what witty remark he had ready for her. "I guess one would have to apply by acting interested. A lot of flirty and maybe even showing a little leg," He said slyly and gave her a smile to go along with his words. This woman really wanted to get into bed with him, didn't she? Not that he wasn't interested himself, he was just a little more cautious about who he was going to share his bed with from now on.

[GINA FAYE]

Kit looked like he was about to answer her cheeky question when a timer went off in the kitchen. Gina's eyes look toward the kitchen, and then back to him as he held his finger up. "Hold that thought." Damn it! She didn't care about the stupid fries anymore! But if he wanted to keep his bar, he was going to have to fetch those fries. With a sigh, she quickly grabbed her compact out of her purse in her lap and checked herself out. Yup, still lovely. She clicked it shut and hid it in an inside pocket before he came back out with a basket of steaming French fries. They smelled...divine. Anything fried was heavenly to Gina. Hell, anything could taste heavenly when fried. "They're hot so be careful." She bit back her cheesy comment about him being hot, but she smirked to herself as she thought it. Damn she was cheesy sometimes. Putting her fingers close to the fries, though, she realized they were much too hot to eat yet. "I'll say," she commented almost to herself. She would have to let them sit for a couple more minutes.

"So..." She looked up at him and leaned her chin on her hand, grinning to wait for his answer to her question. "I guess one would have to apply by acting interested. A lot of flirting and maybe even showing a little leg." His sly smile got her all kinds of riled up. Gotcha, she thought to herself. "Oh! Well," she said, sitting back a little and hiking her skirt up just a tad so it was a good three inches above her knees. Her grin was wide as she leaned back over the bar, her eyes giving him an amorous look. "I thought I was already flirtin' with you." She giggled a little, crossing her legs to make their length more apparent to him behind the bar. That sexy little smile of his made her want to just eat him up.

"What're you doin' after the bar closes, Handsome?" she inquired, letting her fingers actually touch the fries. Still too hot. She rubbed her hands together while her elbows continued to rest on the counter to get the grease off her hands. It wasn't much, so she didn't mind just wiping it on her skin. She kept her crystal blue eyes glued to his, however, waiting patiently for his answer with a flirtatious smile.

[KIT RATHBONE]

"I thought I was already flirtin' with you." She had a cute laugh and it made Kit's smile widen even more. Women who came in usually got toasted too fast and then would proceed to hit on him, but this was different. If she was drunk she was doing a good job at hiding it, and he was actually receptive to her flirting. Most of the time he thought that the drunk bimbos had a better chance if they were flirting with the dart board than with him.

Of course when she hiked up her skirt he couldn't take his eyes away, looking right at her exposed legs and trying his best not to look like an idiot the way he was smiling at her. "Well that definitely helps," he told her softly and then cleared his throat and looked away almost like he realized he was staring like a damn dog. Next his tongue was gonna start hanging out of his mouth!

"What're you doin' after the bar closes, Handsome?" The cocky, arrogant part of him wanted to say you and he was pretty sure she would actually get a kick out of that. But instead he leaned against the bar so he could get a little closer to her, "I don't know, what do ya got planned for us?" He'd sworn that he wasn't going to just pick up strange women and sleep with them after the mess he'd gotten himself into, but this girl wasn't strange. She was drop dead sexy and he would love to see how her clothes looked piled on his bedroom floor.

He reached into the basket of fries and popped one in his mouth, except he had forgotten they'd just come out of the fryer and his eyes went wide. He turned his head and spat the fry out on the floor behind the bar just as half of his taste buds decided to die. "Holy shit!" He glared at the fry but then he started to laugh. Sometimes he could just be so smooth.

[GINA FAYE]

"I don't know, what do ya got planned for us?" Gina's smile spread across her face wickedly. Oh, boy; this guy had no idea what he was opening himself up to. She had a good feeling Kit could keep up with her though. For a moment she just sat there, considering the dirty, dirty things she would do to this sexy hunk of man. As he reached for a fry, her eyebrows arched, remembering how hot they were. Was he really going to eat that? Yup. He bite into it and his green eyes promptly went wide. The next thing she knew he was spitting it on the ground behind the bar. "Holy shit!" Gina laughed loudly despite herself. "That was smooth, cowboy," she teased, seeing the smile on his face. The way he glared at the fry, though, made her pretty sure he had burned himself pretty good with that fry.

"'Fore we make any plans, you might wanna suck on some ice," she suggested playfully. With another giggle, she glanced at the fries and gently nudged them a half inch away from her, giving them a dramatically uneasy look. The guy just burned his tongue because he was distracted by her legs; she wasn't going to make the same mistake while he was chatting her up. Besides, a little laughter might make him feel better. "I guess we could start with me kissin' that better for you," she said softly with a flirty smile. Not that it mattered who overheard. The whole bar had to know they were digging each other now. Less attention she had to pay to anyone else, in her opinion. She gave a soft laugh and let her eyes fall to the bar almost bashfully. Gina was a forward person, so she wasn't really embarrassed, but she could play cute when she thought it might get her ahead. She had a good feeling Kit could see into her game, though.

When she looked back up she noticed a bit of fry stuck at the corner of his bottom lip. "You've got...some fry," she said, reaching her hand out to brush it away with her thumb. Gina had very few boundaries, one of the traits she picked up being raised in the South; she treated everybody like family by nature. As she rubbed it away gently, she noticed, not for the first time, that Kit had some very sexy lips. Briefly she imagined how they would feel mashed against her own, but she didn't let her hand stay near his face for more than a few seconds. She bit her own lip with a little smile as she looked back up at those pretty eyes of his. It was all she could do not to kiss him right then.

Her eyes fell to her hand and she brushed her fingers together to get the little bit of fry she had just brushed from his lip off. "There, gone now," she sighed with a sweet smile. She rested her cheek against her hand, her elbow propped on the bar as she gazed at him. "So, weren't we talkin' 'bout me comin' home with you tonight?" she drawled with a wicked gleam in her eye and wide grin on her lips. Gina was capable of being subtle, she just didn't like to be.

[KIT RATHBONE]

"'Fore we make any plans, you might wanna suck on some ice," Shit that had been hot! He knew it had just come out of the fryer not too long ago but it shouldn't have been as hot as it was and he was afraid it was going to blister if he didn't do what she said right away. He opened the lid on the bin that they kept the ice and plucked out two pieces and popped them into his mouth. The cold both hurt and soothed at the same time. He chewed on one piece while allowing the other to just melt on its own, listening to her talk.

"I guess we could start with me kissin' that better for you," That didn't sound like a half bad idea and he thought about sticking his tongue out at her but he knew if he did he was going to drool out a mouthful of ice cold water. So he just kept chewing until one piece was gone and only one ice cube remained, melting faster than he expected it to. "You've got...some fry," What? When Gina leaned forward he didn't know what exactly she was going to do but then he felt her touch just under his lip. He couldn't deny he liked her touch even if it was just to brush off some stupid french fry that was on his face. There was nothing like a woman's touch and it was something he didn't get much anymore since he'd tried to be careful.

"There, gone now," He thought about face planting the basket of steaming fries to get her to touch his face again but knew that was probably the dumbest thing he could do right now. She'd think he was some kind of retard. He swallowed the last of the second ice cube and cleared his throat. "Thanks," he said and sucked in a deep breath. His tongue still stung a bit but it was mostly frozen. Maybe it wouldn't blister after all.

"So, weren't we talkin' 'bout me comin' home with you tonight?" He was glad that him making an idiot out of himself by eating a scorching fry didn't throw her off even a little. This woman was so direct that he couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. It threw him off and it wasn't used to that. "I reckon that was what we were talkin' about," he grinned, sometimes he couldn't help himself but allow a little southern drawl to escape him when others spoke that way. He didn't usually have a drawl but he knew how to speak southern.

"Lucky for you, toots, home is just up those stairs over there," he turned his body and pointed towards a closed door that read 'STAFF ONLY' on it. "But before I even think about letting you up those stairs you might want to eat up." He slid the basket of fries in front of her again and cautiously reached in to touch one. They weren't nearly as hot anymore but still very much greasy. He picked up the fry and popped it into his mouth and chewed. It wasn't bad now that it wasn't like hot lava in his mouth anymore. "You'll need to build up your stamina," he teased and winked at her.

[GINA FAYE]

Kit chuckled and Gina smiled wider. Did she get it? "I reckon that was what we were talkin' about." Yes! Gina almost did a dance. Fuck yes. She was getting laid by one sexy ass man tonight. Triumph was indeed sweet. She let her imagination run wild for a moment. What did he look like under those clothes? She liked that he had a bit of a drawl coming out around her. It made her that much friskier. She loved down south boys; they knew how to get the job done. Kit had been a tough nut to crack, but she knew she could get him. She always did, after all. Maybe that was cocky, but she didn't show it outwardly. All she did was smile wide.

"Lucky for you, toots, home is just up those stairs over there." Kit motioned to a door that said "STAFF ONLY," and Gina was puzzled. He lived here. Above the bar? Then it clicked. He was the owner! Holy shit! She'd spent the whole night flirting with him and just now realized this was his bar! No wonder he fit in so well here. That was just awesome to her. The guy owned the bar and he worked it. That was the kind of guy she knew grew up working himself to the bone to get what he wanted. Bar owners in New York never worked their own bars. They stood around greeting people on the most hopping nights, but otherwise let managers handle things. She had never been very attracted to the "let my minions handle it" attitude they all had. A man like Kit probably knew how to appreciate what he'd worked hard to get. That made him all the more interesting. And sexy.

"But before I even think about letting you up those stairs you might want to eat up." He pulled the basket of fries over, the ones that had just a couple minutes before burned the shit out of his tongue, and then he picked up another one. Was he a glutton for punishment or what? He didn't seem bothered by it now, though and she gave him an inquiring look as to why she should eat. "You'll need to build up your stamina." She grinned from ear to ear and felt her stomach clench in excitement. Hell, yes. His little wink made her giggle and she shook her head as she reached for a fry. They weren't so bad now. "That sounds promising," she teased back, biting into the fry. They were still hot, but it didn't burn her. Actually, they were pretty good right now. "I might suggest the same for you, though. You're in for a long night." She gave him a smile that assured that was a promise and a threat. Gina was going to ride him until the sun came up and she was good and satisfied. Just the thought gave her the chills.

As she reached for another fry, she pushed his hand away playfully. "But you get your own fries, haws. These are mine," she said with a grin. She giggled afterward, knowing that since he was the owner, he could have some of the fries if he damn well pleased. Her eyes glanced around the bar before she looked back at him. "So when does this bar close up?" she asked, a devilish smirk on her lips. She couldn't wait for their evening to get started. If her mama could see her baby girl now...she'd be damn proud she found such a hunk.

[KIT RATHBONE]

There was something about the girl sitting at the bar just across from Kit. Was it spunk? Hell if he knew. Whatever it was he liked it, and the more he spoke and flirted the bigger her smile seemed to grow which only had a positive effect on him causing his own smile to grow. It was like a disease!

He noted that a few of the other occupants were looking their way and most of them were men, eyeing up Regina like she was some sort of center cut filet mignon. Even Kit had to agree that if Gina was a steak she'd be the most expensive one there was without an ounce of fat on it. And the very thought of steak suddenly made him hungry, salivating a bit in his mouth it was almost as if she was reading his mind when she spoke, "I might suggest the same for you, though. You're in for a long night." You'd have to be a damn idiot to not get excited over that and he gave a nervous sort of chuckle. "A bite couldn't hurt," he was definitely hungry! He thought about frying up another batch of fries but the thought of trying to wait for them to cook and then cool off just didn't appeal to him. There were chicken tenders, but they'd be the same way. No, what he wanted was a steak, or even a juicy burger. But he didn't want to wait to cook it up. What a dilemma!

"So when does this bar close up?" It appeared that his little sassy friend didn't want to wait to head upstairs and start the party, and that was just fine with him! Most women needed to be liquored up and persuaded a bit to go upstairs, but Gina seemed to be more excited about sex than she was food. And that seemed to be saying something considering the first conversation they had was about food. He wondered just how many partners this woman had over the course of the years but then he realized he really didn't give a rat's ass.

"When everyone quits drinkin', but it doesn't mean we can't leave early," he explained and leaned against the bar on one elbow so that he was closer, "you're not in a rush though, are ya?" He was only teasing but couldn't help but be curious to why she was so excited. Did he look like he was going to be good in bed? Of course Kit knew he was but that didn't mean she did! Maybe he was just being a little paranoid, imagining that all women were out to get him lately in one way or another. And he wondered what her angle was, but not enough to make him think about whether he wanted to take her upstairs or not. Hell yes he was going to get her up those stairs and ought of those clothes.

[GINA FAYE]

"When everyone quits drinkin', but that doesn't mean we can't leave early." Gina liked the sound of that. Leaving early with Kit to wander up those stairs back there sounded awesome. He leaned closer and she considered just landing a kiss on those sexy lips right now. "You're not in a rush though, are ya?" Gina considered that question. Was she in a rush? Perhaps a little bit. And she didn't like being in a rush. She had to cool herself off and reevaluate this situation. There was a fine line between being very interested and being too interested. She didn't want to come off as a psycho trying to get into everyone's pants. Truth was, she didn't want to get in everyone's pants; just the pants of sexy men like Kit.

She wanted Kit to be aware that not all men got this treatment, though. Gina had standards, after all. She gave a shrug and grabbed another fry. "Not particularly," she replied, biting into the fry with a smile. "You just look like a good time is all." Her smile was wide and flirty before she continued munching on her fries. With a face that cute and a body that delectable, Kit had to get a decent amount of ass; and with experience came skill. She knew that for a fact. Gina knew she was good and received confirmation for it all the time, so she didn't need to be told that she looked like a good time. It was nice to get that confirmation from hooking a guy like Kit, though. She dreaded the day when she would lose her game. Hopefully that day would never come.

"How 'bout you just let me know when you're ready. I've got all night," she told him playfully, grabbing another fry. It was always best to let the man take the lead on those things. They were so easily frightened when it came to women. Gina had never been able to fathom why men feared women so much, but perhaps it was their volatile nature. As for Gina, she had no tricks up her sleeves. Well...she had some tricks in her pants, but she had no ulterior motives. She was far too straightforward for that. Maybe Kit thought her eagerness meant she was up to something. Well, if she let him take the lead, it was pretty obvious she wanted nothing more than a good time. He was funny and sexy, after all.

[KIT RATHBONE]

"You just look like a good time is all." He didn't know what it was about that sentence but damn did it turn him on. His fingers that were on the bar curled as he clenched a fist and then unclenched, almost like he realized what he was doing. This woman was sexy enough as it was, but she obviously knew all the right things to say to get him revved up.

"How 'bout you just let me know when you're ready. I've got all night," The only problem was he didn't want to wait all night. He wanted her to be in his bed all night. He glanced over his shoulder to the clock on the wall, Gavin was suppose to show for his shift in about forty minutes. Would the other guy be able to handle it for a while by himself? He certainly hoped so. "Give me a second," he said to Gina and raised a brow at her as if he dared her to even try to move. He'd tie her to the bar if he had to. He wasn't about to let this girl wander off... oh no, not when she was talking the way she was.

He stepped away from her and went over to John or Bob or whatever the hell his name was, he never could remember, there were two idiots and they looked alike so he didn't bother even trying to get their names right. "Hey you!" he called to him and walked over, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I'm going to turn in probably for the night. Gavin should be in within the hour, think you can handle it by yourself?" The doofus nodded and agreed, saying he could handle it just fine. Kit was skeptical but he looked back at Gina and then sighed. "Alright," he said and patted his shoulder before heading out from behind the bar.

It wasn't often that Kit was out from behind the bar, enjoying the view much better back there and feeling more comfortable with the wooden divider between him and the occupants. It felt weird but he was only out from behind it for one reason; he walked right up to the sexy blonde and held a hand out to her. "Looks like my shift is over." He gave her a flirty grin and winked. He was going to show her one hell of a time that was for sure.