As he sat at the table, no one had joined him yet and he wondered it Blay and Qhuinn would be able to put their pants on long enough to come out. But it wasn't every night that they both had rotation off. The waitress came back with his drink and he handed her a couple dollars for a tip. She pushed her breasts forward and invitingly, but he just wasn't feeling it. And she was his type, too. Blonde, buxom, but he couldn't get that redhead off his mind. It's like she had found a way to push everything else out and make residence.<br/><br/>And at his noninterest, the waitress, pouting, walked away to help her next table. He picked up the drink but when it barely touched his lips, he took a breath in and smelled more than the whiskey and ginger. It was sweet, lickably so and he had smelled it before. That smell had been on the clothes he had shed the night before and there had been only one reason for that.<br/><br/>A certain soft body belonging to the female he couldn't get out of his head had been pressed against him.<br/><br/>How was this possible?<br/><br/>He stood, walking out of VIP and to the bar where he saw her. And where she was standing, the light fell on her just right. He only saw her face in profile, but what he couldn't deny the beauty there and the way the light shone on her red hair, hair that looked soft and smooth and would feel amazing sliding over his skin.<br/><br/>He walked up to the bar and took a seat. She turned then and he got a full glimpse of her face. And even though it looked as if she had tried covering it up, the bruise on her cheek. He let out a low growl and wished he could kill the fucker who hit her all over again.