Risky

I was sitting alone at the bar, a little upset and I could feel the fear or being caught start to creep up on me. Me and my friends had been here for about an hour and the two of them had already been picked up by boys who looked like they were just fresh in college. They had left me behind at the bar.

I had ordered a Long Island iced tea, so I wouldn't look so out of place. Even with my piercings and tattoos, I just looked so young.

Looking to my left, I watched as an older man came and took the barstool right next to me. I tensed up, looking back down into my drink and pretending not to notice him. He had looked very handsome, his hair was slicked back, and he wore a white shirt and a black denim jacket. Sunglasses hung down on the collar of his shirt and where the shirt dipped, tattoos were poking out.

Picking up the little plastic see through cup that held my drink, I took another long sip and could feel the man staring at him. I felt completely uncomfortable and I wondered if he could tell I was underage. It was usually just my face that gave it away, because I had the body of a voluptuous 20something woman. Chewing on the inside of my lip, I slowly started to get up.

The moment that my eyes landed on Ana, I was completely smitten. I stayed away from the bar for a bit, waiting to see if anyone else would approach her because I didn't want to bother trying to talk to her if there was any competition. It wasn't that I didn't have the confidence because I did but sometimes, I just wanted an easier lay.

Eventually, I came to teh conclusion that noone was going to try and talk to her. Smirking to myself, I slowly walked over to the bar and slid onto the stool right beside her. I ordered a jack and coke, figuring that it was an easy enough drink t hat I could toss back while hopefully getting to know Ana.

Just as I was opening my mouth to address her, Ana was moving to walk away. I was quick to turn to her, reaching out to grab her arm. I made sure to keep my grip gentle, not wanting to scare her or risk hurting her. "Hey, darlin'," he spoke loudly enough so that she would be able to hear me over the music.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you..." I trailed off, giving her a sheepish smile. "My name's Matt, what's yours?" I figured typical introductions would be quick enough and I'd be able to gauge whether she was even interesting in talking to me.

My whole entire body started to tense up and freeze over the moment I felt someone's hand grab my arm. I looked over my shoulder for a second, before turning my body towards the man. I bit down on my lip, looking him up and down. I could tell him was much older than me, perhaps late 20s or early 30s, he was dressed in a dark denim jacket, with a backwards ball cap on, and had some sunglasses dangling off his shirt. Tattoos were poking up out of the collar and his bottom lip was pierced. He was attractive, definitely my type, but I knew I didn't need to be getting involved with someone that much older than me, especially when I was sneaking into a bar and he probably thought I was older than I was.

I took a step back from him, but closer to where I had been sitting prior. "Ana." I told him, blushing at how he had called me darling. Just because I was underage, didn't mean I was stupid though, I knew what guys were looking for when they hit on girls in bars. This Matt was just looking to get his dick wet in something, and I could feel my stomach twisting up knowing that. I was still virgin, but I could feel myself getting a little turned on by the thought of going home with him.

A little grin settled on my features when Ana didn't immediately book it for the exit. I hoped that she would stick around, she was certainly attractive. That was something that I couldn't deny. She looked a bit younger than what I normally went for but there was nothing wrong with that, it wasn't as if I needed to card her. If she had managed to enter the bar, then all bets were off. "Beautiful name for a beautiful girl," I commented softly, tilting my head to the side as I eyed her.

"What d'ya say? Can I buy you a drink?" I asked, lifting my glass slightly. The ice cubes jingled and I smirked, motioning toward the stool that she had previously been sitting on. "Just one, no pressure after that. I'll give you my word," I said, nodding my head as if to emphasize my point. "What sort of music do you like?"

@ castle.

My eyes immediately darted towards the bar stool as Matt gestured towards it, and I slowly backed up until I could take my seat back on it. I laid my hands on the counter and chewed on the inside of my lip as the bartender returned and Matt ordered me another drink. "Mostly rock." I told him, looking at him out of the corner of my eye. I knew my cheeks had to be a light pink, and I wasn't sure if it was just from me being nervous or from me being uncomfortable because I knew this man had to be at least ten, fifteen years older than me.

The bartender returned and sat the pink fruity looking drink down in front of me and I picked it up, fiddling with the straw in it as I looked at him, "I'm actually more of a bourbon girl, but this is fine." I teased him, sure that it would surprise him.

I gave a quick nod of my head when Ana told me what sort of music she listened to. I smiled, tilting my head to the side as I let my gaze run over her body. Ana was attractive, there was no denying that and since I wasn't very used to being told no, I was sure that I would take Ana home with me tonight. I would sleep with her and depending on how tonight went, I might even keep her around to entertain me.

Raising an eyebrow at Ana's comment about bourbon, I couldn't help but jut my bottom lip out as I nodded. "I'm mildly impressed, miss. Never would have pegged you as a girl that drank bourbon," I said, letting out a soft chuckle. "Drink that and I'll grab you another one, with bourbon this time. Promise," I said as I winked at her. Taking a sip of my drink, I glanced around the bar. "Are you hungry? Do you want to order an appetizer or two?"

@ castle.

I wasn't used to getting attention from men like this, even from boys my own age, so I was feeling more than nervous. Taking a sip of the drink, I looked up at Matt and shook my head, "No, I'm okay, thank you though." I blushed.

I knew what I was doing was wrong. This man was far to old for me, but I couldn't help but think about how attractive he was. Still, though, my moral compass was winning, and I was letting my eyes roam around the bar to try and think up an excuse for why I had to leave.

None was coming to mind, though.

"Oh, nonsense. Gotta get something in you," Matt teased softly. He wanted her to feel comfortable enough with him that he might be able to convince her to come home with him and he was sure that buying her a bit of food as well would help his case. It would show that he wasn't solely here to get her drunk.. right? He hoped, anyway.

When the bartender returned, Matt ordered some hot wings and deep fried pickles. If Ana wanted something else, she was more than welcome to order it as well but in his experience, it seemed like girls had some odd pulling toward deep fried pickles when they were at the bar.

@ castle.

"Fried pickles? My weakness." Ana laughed, looking down as the bartender came back and placed their food down in front of them. She took another sip of her drink and looked up at Matt. She had never had a man try so hard to get her attention, and this man wasn't even really trying that hard, so that said a lot about the boys her age.

She picked up a pickle and dipped it in some ranch and looked up at Matt. "So... what do you do?" She asked, trying to start up a conversation.

Matt offered Ana a goofy sort of smile when she mentioned fried pickles were her weakness. Just as he thought and he was hoping that guessing what she liked would earn him some sort of brownie points. Plucking a wing from the basket, Matt started to eat it. He glanced toward Ana when she spoke, waiting a moment to answer her before he swallowed his food.

"Construction," Matt answered her easily, shrugging his shoulders. "Long, hard hours most of the time but it's nice to see the finished product. It's a reward in its own right," he said, raising an eyebrow as he glanced toward her. "What about you? What do you do? If I can ask."