As Blay and Qhuinn chatted about everything and nothing at all, he kept his gaze down and not at the bar. At first. But when the blonde walked away after taking their orders, he looked up and saw her. He let out a deep sigh. Qhuinn looked at him then at the bar then back at him.<br/><br/>"She's a looker, the redhead," he said, a wicked smile curving those lips.<br/><br/>Ravage growled, his hands fisting on the table.<br/><br/>"Chill, man. You know there is only one for me and he's sitting beside me. Is she why you've been all shitty this last week?" the male asked.<br/><br/>"Go talk to her," Blaylock said, always the rational one.<br/><br/>"I can't. She's scared of me," was all he said.<br/><br/>"I'm going to have to beg to differ with how she keeps looking over here. She probably thinks she's being sly about it, but I've caught her more than once. Obviously, she isn't that scared or she would have been running the first time she laid eyes on you. So, get your ass up and over there." As Qhuinn finished speaking the blonde came back with their drinks.<br/><br/>"Hey honey, who's the redhead behind the bar? She looks new," he asked, being all sly about it himself.<br/><br/>"Oh, that's Scarlet. She just started last week. The girls good," she said as she put their drinks down.<br/><br/>"Thanks, hun," he replied then she went to help another patron.<br/><br/>"You're welcome. Now, get the fuck up and go."<br/><br/>Ravage let out a sigh, but stood and walked to the bar drink in hand and took the empty stool near the end she was on.