The hunky bartender was talking to her.<br/><br/>Something about a party, something about needing things for a party. Cait understood the words but they were getting lost in the deep tons of his voice as he spoke.<em>Wow, he is sexy. </em>Even his hands, resting innocently on her sides, made her go weak.<em>He's touching me!</em>Now, normally the business side of her would have kicked in, pulling herself away from him to try and fill his order / make the sale. Tonight, however, Cait wanted to find a way to sabotage his plans and make him stay. Stay there with her, her shop and money problems be damned.<br/><br/>"My... my card? Oh, right." She chewed on her bottom lip and tilted her strawberry blond head of hair forward to hide her eyes as they shifted about, helping her make up a lie. "I'm sorry but I just shut down the register and closed my books for the night. Um... I could turn everything back on but it might take half an hour or so."<em>Or the whole night.</em><br/><br/>Her eyes fell on his lips and the slight upward curl they made at the corners. Oh how she wanted to taste him. She leaned in slightly before realizing her stalling technique might inadvertently scare him off. "Well... I could also just start a tab for you." Emboldened by something that she couldn't quite explain, an energy that pushed at her back and steadied her courage, she leaned closer still. "But I would need some kind of collateral or assurance that you would come back."<em>To pay me... say to pay me. </em>Eyes locked with his own Caitlin attempted to part her lips to say the rest. But she hesitated, a part of her knew that as soon as her mouth opened - talking would be the last thing that she would be doing.