Between Drinks And Desire

Ava wiped the bar for what felt like the millionth time that night, her arm moving in aching, mechanical circles as she struggled to tune out the relentless roar of the crowd. The bar was packed as usual for a Friday, but tonight's chaos set her teeth on edge. Customers snapped fingers and slurred complaints about their drinks—even though they were too drunk to remember their orders. She forced a smile with each interaction, but beneath the surface, her patience was fraying, thread by thread.

Tension coiled in her shoulders like a spring. She exhaled, but the knot in her chest refused to loosen. Her ponytail was slipping, and strands of hair clung to her damp forehead, plastered there by the relentless heat radiating from behind the bar. In a rare lull, she wiped her hands on her apron and fished her phone from her pocket, fingers tapping out a quick text to the only person who could make her laugh when everything felt suffocating.

Ava: I swear if one more guy orders a Mojito and tells me it’s not strong enough, I’m swinging!

With a quiet scoff, she stuffed her phone back into her pocket, turning back to the rows of bottles and the familiar routine. The pounding bass thudded in time with her headache, a relentless reminder that the dim lighting and flashing neon weren’t helping. Just as she settled into the rhythmic chaos, her phone buzzed. She leaned against the back rack, taking a moment to read the reply.

Jack: Sounds like you’re having fun. Want me to cover for you? I got a wig, can buy a bra. Can’t make drinks for shit though.

Ava snorted, a small smile breaking through her exhaustion. Jack always had a way of lightening the weight on her shoulders, even on nights like this when it seemed impossible. Whether it was giving her piggyback rides when she exaggerated her woes on long walks or using a picture of her ex as dartboard practice, he always knew how to make her laugh. Fifteen years of friendship had sharpened his intuition to a razor’s edge, and somehow, he still knew exactly when she needed it most.

Ava: Yes, please! And bring candy, I’m hungry.

She half-expected another sarcastic reply, a quick quip to make her roll her eyes. But before she could check again, the crowd surged like an incoming tide, demanding her attention. Customers crowded forward, shouting their orders, punctuating the thick air with half-hearted pickup lines and laughter that rang hollow. The scent of beer and lime mixed with the humid press of bodies. Her arms moved with practiced precision, the ache in her muscles a dull, ever-present thrum. Yet even in the noise, even as her head throbbed in time with the bass, she couldn’t help the subtle smile that lingered. Jack’s words had managed to reach through the din, easing the weight of the night. Just knowing he was out there, ready with a joke or a playful jab, made the chaos feel a little more bearable.

Time blurred into a series of practiced motions as Ava worked one end of the bar to the other, sliding beers across the counter and mixing cocktails with automatic precision. The swell of customers began to thin, a welcome reprieve from the earlier chaos. That’s when she noticed a figure at the bar with their back turned—white shirt, blonde hair catching the dim glow of the neon signs.

“Hey, what can I get ya?” Ava called out, forcing a lively tone that only just managed to mask her exhaustion.

The person turned, brushing hair out of their face. “I’m here for my first shift,” he said, his deep voice raised in a playful, exaggerated pitch.

Ava’s eyes narrowed in suspicion for a heartbeat before recognition sparked in them. A grin broke through her fatigue, spreading warmth through her chest like a match catching flame. “Jack? What the hell are you doing here?”

“To cover your shift,” he replied, an easy smile softening the tired lines around his eyes. He slid a Payday across the bar, the familiar treat a silent token of their shared humor.

Ava snatched up the candy, the salty sweetness already filling her senses as she unwrapped it. Jack always showed up when she needed him, dissolving the weight of the night with a joke and a well-timed gesture. He made her pulse quicken, though she’d never admit it. “Looking good, Goldilocks. Where’s your bra?” She raised an eyebrow.

“I hear you get better tips without one.” Jack leaned back, pressing his fists to his chest and flicking his fingers out in an exaggerated flourish.

A tight warmth coiled in Ava’s chest, sharpening her laughter. The stress and Jack’s humor stirred her more than she expected. She blinked back emotion and smirked. “Seriously, what are—”

The shout of a customer broke the moment, jerking her back into reality.

“Go do your thing, I’ll be here,” Jack said, a subtle nod accompanying his reassuring smile.

Ava turned away, taking the next order on autopilot. But her mind lingered, stealing glances at Jack who sat at the far end of the bar, casually playing on his phone. The sight of him there, a calm anchor amidst the swirl of noise and neon, sent a familiar flutter through her.

Memories bubbled up unbidden: Jack standing at her door with rocky road ice cream after her latest breakup, the night he’d pinned her ex’s face to the dartboard just to coax a laugh out of her, the day he quietly offered her the money she needed to see her grandfather one last time. He was a constant, always knowing when to show up and when to step back, never asking for anything in return.

The cool liquid trickled over Ava’s fingers, pulling her back to the present with a jolt. “Shit,” she muttered, shaking off the drops before sliding the drink to the waiting customer.

Her heart fluttered, warmth rushing to her cheeks unrelated to the heat behind the bar. She stole another glance at Jack and felt the knot in her chest shift—tightening, loosening, and then tightening again, this time edged with the creeping chill of panic.

She walked back over, her fingers brushing the edge of the counter as if grounding herself. Reaching out, she yanked the wig off Jack’s head. “You look ridiculous,” she said, but her voice wavered, the slight tremor betraying her even as she hoped he wouldn’t catch it.

Jack’s eyebrow quirked, and the familiar smirk tugged at his lips. “You’re just afraid of a little competition.”

The playful jab should have made her laugh, should have eased the strange tension coiling in her chest. But instead, silence settled between them, dense and electric. Ava’s eyes searched his, seeking an answer to the warmth she saw there, the flicker of something she couldn’t name. The knot in her chest squeezed tighter, pressing into her ribs until it was almost painful.

She cleared her throat and looked down at the counter, strands of hair slipping loose from her ponytail to brush her cheek. The seconds stretched, the weight of unsaid things hanging heavy in the air. “So, what are you really doing here?” Her voice sounded thin, uncertain, despite the casual effort. Her core drummed in response, faster, louder.

“I just got off my shift when you texted me,” He propped his elbow on the counter, cradling his chin in the palm of his hand. The movement was easy, the explanation even more so. “So, I figured I’d hang out with you until your shift ended.”

Her pulse quickened, warmth spreading beneath her skin. He said it like it was nothing, but it unraveled something deep inside her. Her fingers drummed on the polished wood as she tried to steady her breathing. 

“What, no hot plans for a Friday night?” she teased, attempting a smirk that wobbled at the edges.

Jack leaned back in his chair, the worn wood creaking beneath his weight. “I had a Hot Pocket with my name on it back home.” His grin turned softer, almost hesitant, before he leaned forward again, his gaze catching hers and holding it. “But I’d rather be here.”

The noise of the bar dulled to a hum. Ava’s heart drummed in her ears, each beat making her chest ache. She glanced away, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, but the small smile she fought to suppress lingered, caught at the edges of her lips.

It wasn’t just gratitude for his presence, wasn’t only the warmth of familiar comfort. It was more—an unnamed feeling she’d resisted for longer than she cared to admit. It crept in now, sudden and sharp, leaving her breathless and exposed.

Appreciation. Affection… Love.

The word settled like a weight in her chest, terrifying and undeniable. For a moment, Ava couldn’t move or speak. The realization was thrilling and overwhelming, a truth that could change everything.

Her breath caught as the word settled in her mind, sudden and startling. Love. It left her feeling exposed, like a secret whispered too loud in a crowded room. The very air around them seemed to hum with the weight of her realization, a charge that made her skin prickle. Jack’s eyes searched hers for a moment, as if trying to decode the shift in her gaze, his fingers drumming an unconscious rhythm against the counter that only amplified her heartbeat.

Ava felt both exhilarated and terrified, the rush of her silent confession invigorating in its truth. If she didn’t act now, she knew she’d retreat back into the safety of her own overthinking. She glanced over her shoulder, catching sight of Levi at the far end of the bar, pouring drinks with the same tired precision she knew well.

“Hey, Levi,” she called out, her voice slicing through the thrum of music and chatter. “I’m gonna take my break now, if that’s okay.”

Levi’s head popped up; eyes weary but understanding as he nodded. “Yeah, it’s startin’ to slow down. I got it.”

Ava turned back to Jack, the pounding of her heart filling her ears as their eyes met. For a moment, the room seemed to blur and spin, the heat and noise pressing against her like a too-tight jacket. But in the middle of it all was Jack, with the familiar, steady reassurance in his eyes and that playful light that made her stomach flip. Before doubt could set in or the voice in her head could talk her out of it, she made her choice.

She leaned over the bar and grabbed his hand, the warm slide of his skin against hers sending a jolt through her veins. His eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of confusion crossing his features before it melted into a smile—soft at first, then brighter, full of understanding.

“Let’s go,” she said, the urgency in her voice taking on a breathless edge.

Jack’s eyebrow quirked, the corners of his mouth lifting with mischief. “But I was about to go sing.”

The excuse barely registered before she tugged at his hand again, firmer this time, the silent plea in her eyes leaving no room for teasing. He stood, chair legs scraping against the floor, and followed her without hesitation through the labyrinth of tables and out into the crisp night air. The door swung shut behind them, cutting off the swell of bar noise and leaving them in a silence punctuated by the distant hum of passing traffic. The sudden quiet was almost jarring, the chill biting against the heat still clinging to her skin.

The stars scattered across the sky seemed to hold their breath, as if watching what she would do next. Ava didn’t stop moving until they reached her car, the streetlights casting long, thin shadows across the asphalt. She let go of his hand, the loss of contact immediate and sharp, tempting second thoughts to creep in. But when she turned to face him, the expression on Jack’s face chased them away. The easy grin was gone, replaced by something deeper, something that made her breath hitch and her chest tighten in anticipation.

“Get in,” The command in her voice was firm, though the pounding of her heart betrayed the nerves thrumming inside her.

Jack let out a quiet laugh, the sound low and disbelieving as he eased himself onto the edge of the back seat, his feet still planted on the ground. “Everything okay, Ava?”

The moment was charged, electric, but it didn’t seem to register for him yet—or maybe he was just being careful, protecting them both from an unspoken line they’d never dared to cross. Ava’s eyes scanned his face, searching for the flicker of recognition, the spark that would tell her he understood. When his confusion lingered, her smile tilted into something sly, emboldened by a rush of determination.

Without breaking eye contact, she hooked her fingers under the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her shoulders. The cool night air swept across her bare skin, drawing a shiver that ran from her collarbone down her spine. The peaks of her breasts tightened in response, but it was the rush of adrenaline, sharp and sweet, that made her heart hammer. Half of her exulted in the moment’s daring, the other half quivered with the fear that he might not respond the way she hoped. But she kept her smile steady, masking the tremor beneath it.

“I don’t have a bra,” she said, her voice laced with a playful challenge, a dare that hung between them like a taut wire. “Now give me your tip.”

Jack’s eyes widened, the playful grin that had danced on his face slipping into something deeper, more serious. A muscle ticked in his jaw as he exhaled sharply, the sound barely audible in the thick silence. His gaze moved over her, slow and reverent, until it found hers again and held.

The cold air wrapped around them, sharp and thin, but the space between them was weighted, almost suffocating with unspoken tension. Each second felt like an eternity, the quiet gnawing at her boldness. Doubt crept in, making her hesitate, one arm shifting as if to cover herself. But before she could retreat, his hand caught hers, warm and grounding.

His easy smile returned, softer this time, coaxing her in. He leaned forward, and their lips met in a series of quick, tentative pecks, each one testing, seeking. The first touch sent a spark skittering down her spine, the second eased the tight coil of anticipation in her chest. When they parted, their eyes met, breath mingling in the thin space left between them, and the weight of everything unsaid hung heavy.

“Ava?” His voice was rough, barely more than a whisper.

“No, no…” The words came out in a rush, raw and pleading, her last defense crumbling. “Don’t stop this.”

He pressed his forehead to hers, a soft chuckle vibrating between them. “So, all it took was a wig and a Payday to get you to notice?”

Ava’s chest tightened with laughter and relief. She bit her lip, her eyes sparkling as the tension melted. 

“I guess I’m easy to please,” she teased, her voice softening as she traced the line of his jaw with her fingers. “But you could have tried harder, you know.” The humor in her words was matched by the way she leaned in, closing the space between them.

Ava pushed him back into the car seat, the springs creaking beneath them. Jack propped himself up on his elbows, eyes locked on hers. The night wrapped around them, shadows offering privacy.

Reaching in, Ava found his growing warmth and freed him from the constraint of fabric. He was thick with need, a tremor running through him as her fingers wrapped around his length. She lifted her gaze, seeking out those familiar eyes—now darkened with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. Compassion, reassurance, and an unmistakable love shone back at her, mingled with the raw, unsaid desires of the moment.

Ava glanced around once more, the bar’s distant hum a faint echo against the night’s quiet. The cool air brushed her heated skin, heightening the electric charge that sparked between them. Her pulse thrummed wildly, and she returned her focus to Jack, watching the way his chest rose and fell in sync with her own. She tightened her grip, coaxing a soft groan from his lips that ignited a deep warmth within her. Lowering her head, she took him in, her lips closing around the crown as she let her tongue glide along the sensitive underside before inching down his length.

Her pace was deliberate, savoring the taste of him as her tongue traced every line and ridge. Each sound he made was like a balm, soothing the remnants of her tension and replacing it with the sweet ache of desire. When he called her name, rough and needy, the last of her doubts dissolved like mist under the sun. She didn’t want to stop, but a sliver of urgency whispered that their time was finite.

With a wet pop, she released him, a thin string of saliva still connecting them before it snapped. Her lips shone in the dim light as she rose, chest heaving. Their eyes met, and the hunger in his gaze made her stomach flutter, anticipation coiling low and tight.

“Scootch back,” she commanded, the breathless smile on her face daring him to move.

Jack obeyed, shifting further into the back seat to make room for her. Ava followed, straddling his hips, and pulling the door closed behind her. The outside world faded, replaced by the closeness of their shared space, where only the sounds of their breathing and the soft rustle of fabric existed. Their fingers found each other, intertwining as they anchored themselves in the intensity of the moment.

She leaned down, capturing his mouth with hers, the urgency in her kiss matched by the way their lips moved—hungry, devouring. “We don’t have much time,” she whispered, her breath warm against his ear as she rolled her hips, the damp heat of her panties brushing his length.

A low growl rumbled from his chest, and his hands slipped under her skirt, fingers digging into the firm curve of her ass. “Not another minute, Ava,” he said, his voice rasping with need.

The sudden pull of his hands brought her flush against him, and Ava gasped, the friction sparking fireworks behind her eyes. The car groaned with their movements, the confined space amplifying the heat that built between them. The scent of air freshener mingled with the heady musk of their desire, heightening the moment. Each rapid beat of her heart seemed to echo Jack’s, their breaths mingling as she rocked against him, her body begging for more.

Ava’s hand slipped between them, nudging her panties to the side as she guided him to her entrance. The moment their bodies joined, a shiver ran through her, and their mingled moans filled the car’s confined space. Jack arched his hips, easing himself deeper until they were fully connected, and for a moment, time seemed to still. Ava nuzzled into the curve of his neck, breathing in the scent that was uniquely him—a mix of soap, cologne, and something warm that made her head swim. The reality of this moment, the intensity of feeling him inside her, sent a rush of heat through her veins.

She kissed the line of his jaw as she straightened, her hips finding a rhythm that had them both gasping. “Fuck, Ava,” Jack groaned, his voice strained as his hand slid up her belly, pausing to cup her breast. His touch was firm, fingers brushing over the metal of her piercing, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure down to her core.

A slow, seductive smile curved her lips as she looked down, watching the way his features twisted in bliss, eyes hooded and mouth slightly parted. The car rocked beneath them, the creaking metal matching their urgency. When his fingers tightened around her nipple, a gasp escaped her, the sharp sensation throwing her movements into a wild, erratic tempo. She clenched around him, each thrust bringing her closer to that edge where everything would shatter.

Bracing herself, Ava pressed her palms against the fogged window, smearing the condensation as she leaned forward. Their chests brushed, and every slide of skin against skin felt like fire licking up her spine. Her breath came in quick, shallow pants, and when their eyes locked, she saw everything reflected back at her—passion, need, and the deep, unmistakable love she felt mirrored in his gaze.

Her body tensed as the crescendo built and broke, leaving her trembling. “Jack,” she gasped, his name a plea as she rode out the surge.

Jack moaned as he felt her tighten around him, her body pulsing in a way that sent him hurtling toward his own release. “Ava… Ava, I’m—” The words broke apart, choked by the overwhelming rush that claimed him.

Understanding his urgency, Ava shifted, pulling back just enough that his length was slick and glistening with her arousal. With a wicked gleam, she pressed herself forward again, sliding her wet folds along his shaft, coating him as she rocked. The friction drew another groan from deep in his chest, his hands finding the curves of her hips, fingers digging in as he arched beneath her, unable to contain the need building inside him. His breath came in broken gasps, each one echoing in the enclosed space.

She leaned close, whispering against his ear, warm and commanding. “Come for me.”

The plea sent him over the edge, his body tensing as he surrendered, a guttural moan tearing from his throat as his release pulsed between them. Ava continued to move, drawing out every last shudder, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips as she felt him unravel.

“Stop, stop—you’re killing me.” Jack’s laughter broke through as he pressed his face into her chest. “Fuck.” He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close so she could feel his heartbeat. He pressed a kiss to her skin, still flushed and warm from their exertion.

Ava chuckled, the sound soft and satiated as her fingers combed through his hair, damp from sweat. He collapsed back against the seat, chest heaving as he looked up at her with a grin that mirrored her own. For a moment, the world outside the car ceased to exist, and there was only the two of them, tangled and beaming in the dim light. She glanced down at the evidence of their passion and smirked, a wicked gleam in her eyes. With a teasing slowness, she scooped a bit of his release onto her finger and brought it to her lips, savoring the taste as it melted on her tongue. The shared act sent a warm ripple of laughter between them, an intimate acknowledgment of their newfound reality.

But the moment was fleeting. A glance at her watch shattered their bubble, the hands ticking away the time that she didn’t have. “Shit, I have to get back to work.” The sting of reality cut through the afterglow, a pang of reluctance settling in her chest. Jack’s gaze, though, was steady—understanding, with an unspoken promise that this was just the beginning.

Reaching back, she pushed open the car door and slid out, the shift making him grunt, a lingering echo of pleasure sparking between them. She smoothed down her skirt, trying to regain a semblance of composure while Jack sat up, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

“Hey, can you hand me my shirt?” she asked, fingers threading through her hair in an attempt to tame the wild strands.

“I don’t know…” His voice took on a mischievous lilt, eyes gleaming with teasing. “I kind of like you without one.”

She shot him a playful glare, amusement dancing in her eyes. “I’ll trade ya.” She hiked up her skirt, slipping her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. With a practiced flick, she pushed them down, stepping out of the lacy fabric before tossing them at his face with a laugh.

Jack caught the makeshift trophy, his grin wide and unabashed as he handed her the shirt, fingers brushing hers for a moment that felt too short. His eyes lingered, tracing her with a gaze that made her skin flush anew, a promise and a challenge in one look.

Ava pulled the shirt over her head, the thin fabric clinging to her skin and doing little to hide the peaks of her pierced nipples. The afterglow still buzzed through her, warm and electric. “The car keys should be somewhere on the floorboard,” she said with a contented sigh, her voice softening as she glanced at him. “My gym bag has some wipes you can use. Come inside whenever. I’ll have a beer waiting.”

Jack’s chuckle rumbled low, his fingers absently tracing the damp lace she’d tossed him. “Yeah, I could use a drink,” he admitted, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “But I think I need a minute.”

“Take your time,” she said, a smile curving her lips, heavy with unspoken words.

She cast him one last look, their eyes meeting in a silent exchange that said everything words couldn’t. Then, with a final wink, she turned and headed back to the bar. Each step felt lighter, as if the weight of the past few months had melted away. Her head was clear, her body humming with satisfaction. The night wasn’t over, but she felt renewed, ready for whatever came next.

As she reached the bar’s entrance, Ava paused and glanced back over her shoulder. Jack was still in the back seat, his expression dazed, a smile playing at his lips that matched the disbelief and joy swelling in her chest. He caught her eye, and she lifted her hand in a playful salute before slipping inside, letting the warmth and noise envelop her.

This time, the bar’s din didn’t feel overwhelming. The chatter and bursts of laughter, the clinking of glasses—it all felt like the comforting backdrop to a song she knew by heart. She ran her fingers along the cool, worn wood of the bar, the sensation grounding her as she picked up the pace of her work. The tension she’d carried earlier was gone, replaced by a low, steady warmth that radiated from deep within.

Her mind replayed the moments they’d just shared—the heat in Jack’s eyes, the way he’d said her name as though it meant everything. A small, knowing smile tugged at her lips, a secret she carried as she poured drinks and exchanged pleasantries with customers. Maybe when her shift ended, they’d steal another moment away, just the two of them, suspended in the newfound understanding between them.

But for now, she let herself savor the present. The warmth blooming inside her made everything else feel lighter, clearer. For once, everything was exactly as it should be.