Stay, Stay, Stay

Katherine

“A Coors please,” I heard a deep voice from the left. I could feel the guy watching me as the bartender grabbed his beer, but I kept my head down and my eyes straight forward as I sipped my vodka and club soda. I wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone; hopefully the guy would notice the tension surrounding me and walk away. Of course, I had no such luck.

“Hey.”

I slid my eyes towards the guy, managing a small “hey” back to him.

“I’m Jordan.”

Can’t he just leave me alone? After a pause, I responded.

“Nice to meet you, Jordan.”

An awkward silence ensued, and I was glad my long curls were creating a partial curtain around my profile. Somehow it made me feel less awkward.

“Aren’t you gonna tell me your name?” he prodded. I sighed inwardly. How could I get rid of this guy?

“Give me three good reasons why I should and I’ll consider it.” Guys are lazy. I figured he would just give up when he realized I wasn’t some easy slut he could bring home for the night. But of course, he just sat there on his bar stool, and his defiant smirk was visible even as I watched behind my curtain of hair.

“Well for one, you know my name. Two, you can’t drink alone so if I’m going to be your drinking buddy I should at least know your name. And three...” Jordan paused and took a deep breath. “I’m not trying to pick you up, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Damn, it’s like the fucker read my mind. I glanced at him again. He didn’t look like a douche, and that smirk he was still wearing was starting to turn me on. I knew I was going to regret it, but I caved.

~~~
Jordan

“I’m Katherine,” she announced quietly, pushing her hair back from her face and turning to me. Fuck, she was attractive. Her curly, dark blonde hair complimented her barely-tanned skin and minimal makeup brought out the green in her eyes. She wasn’t sultry hot like a supermodel, but she was definitely attractive. I grinned, trying to hide my excitement at finally winning her over.

“Nice to meet you, Katherine.” She smiled back tentatively, and I couldn’t help but notice the weird look on her face. I couldn’t figure out what it was, until suddenly I realized – she knew who I was.

Fuck.

~~~
Katherine

I didn’t see his entire face until I turned to tell him my name, and that’s when I realized I was talking to a Pittsburgh Penguin – Jordan motherfucking Staal, to be exact. He was even more attractive in person than in pictures. His fluffy blonde hair, still bleached white from the sun, was a stark contrast to his baby blue eyes and tanned, toned forearms. Suddenly the bar felt like a sauna, and I was getting more turned on by the second. It must have been obvious on my face that I knew who he was, because suddenly he ducked his head and gave me a boyish, self-conscious smile. He must be nervous. Why would he be nervous? He’s the smoking hot superstar, not me.

“So...” I needed something to break up the awkward silence.

“So...I didn’t think there would be any Pens fans in here, this place is so out of the way,” he confessed.

“Well technically I’m a Hawks fan, but -”

“Sorry, you’re a what? Wow, this friendship has ended before it even started,” he joked, and his grin reappeared.

“Psh, your loss, buddy.” I started to slide off my bar stool.

“I kid, I kid!” he exclaimed a little too worriedly.

“Well at least I know I’ve got your attention,” I tell him with a wink. “Anyway, where were we?”

“You’re a Hawks fan.”

“Oh. Right. Well anyway, technically I’m a Hawks fan, but I like most hockey teams. And even if I didn’t even know what hockey was, your face is all over this town so I would probably still know who you were.”

He blinked at me.

“...I think that’s the most you’ve said since we started talking.” Suddenly I felt self-conscious, and attempted to direct the attention away from me.

“So, tell me about yourself.”

He made a thinking face and stroked his chin.

“Well...I play hockey for a living,” he deadpanned.

“You’re an idiot.”

“So I’ve been told.” We both chuckled; this was going better than I thought it would.

“Seriously Jordan, tell me something I don’t know about you.”

He sighed.

“Fine. But first let me buy us another round.”

I sighed, mimicking him.

“Fine. Wait.” I checked my phone and found that it was already midnight.

“I have work in the morning, I should get home.” Jordan looked slightly dejected, but didn’t argue.

“Okay. Well can I at least get your number?”

I smirked at him and typed my info into his phone.

“There, happy?”

“Incredibly.” He winked and I rolled my eyes in return.

“Good bye Jordan.”

“Bye Katherine.”

As I left the small, practically empty bar, my phone rang and I answered it without checking the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Hi!”

“Really, Jordan?”

“What? I couldn’t wait to talk to you again.”

“I just left.”

“...and I also wanted to make sure you had my number since you didn’t get it before you left.”

“How do you know I want your number?” I asked as I walked to my truck.

“Trust me, you want it. Actually though, are you okay to drive? I could drive you home if you need me to.” I got in the truck and stuck the key in the ignition. He must have been watching me through the window of the bar.

“Jordan, I had less to drink than you did.”

“Touché. Okay well drive safely, and await my next call.”

“Whatever you say. Bye Jord.”

“Bye Katherine.”

I could see Jordan waving through the bar window. I waved back with a grin, pulled out of the parking lot and headed home.