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She cleaned the counter before her next costumers arrived. Two older men sat down.
"What will it be boys?" Franciescka Milan asked.
"Champagne, your best.... and you?" One of the men said, and looked to his friend.
"I would like a Sour Apple Martini with an extra shot of vodka." He answered.
"Oh, rough day I suppose." Fran assumed.
The man looked up at her and smiled. They were around 30 she guessed. He looked at her, up and down. He seemed fascinated by her attire. She looked different from the rest of the employees at the Pure Touch Club. Fran never liked the "uniform" idea. She always wore whatever the hell she wanted. She usually came wearing dark skinny jeans, a belt to keep her pants from falling down, a t-shirt, and black high heel boots. Usually she wore whatever she felt comfortable in, a bartender is not as easy as it looks.
"How would you like to come back to my place? You might want to have a couple of drinks before we head back." One of the men asked. His friend laughed.
"Excuse me? I'm sorry Sir, but why don't you just have another drink?" She decided to brush it off.
"No, why don't you just go get yourself something strong and I'll take you home?" He wasn't kidding.
"You know what? I'm going to get your sorry ass another drink, so you can just kiss my..." Fran would have continued but a young man come up to them and cut her off.
"Excuse me miss, but are these gentlemen bothering you?" The man asked. His voice was gentle and he had a smirk on his face.
"Who the hell are you?" The other man demanded to know.
"I'm the man that is going to kick your ass if you don't leave this young lady alone." He answered very nonchalant.
The man stood up and looked at his enemy straight in the eye. He noticed how he was wearing a black suit, which made him think that he thought he was so tough. He stared into his eyes and realized that he meant it. He looked at his friend and motioned to the door. They both got up and left, giving him dirty looks along the way.
"Hah, thanks." Franciescka said. "This doesn't mean you're getting a free drink."
"Naw, I wasn't thinking that."
"Well, what will it be?"
"Hmmm...I'll have a coke with a shot of Bacardi and vodka with some crème."
"Um, I'll do my best..." She had never heard that one before. She mixed the drink and handed it to him. She put her elbow at the counter watching him drink it.
"Wow, this is the best I've ever had!"
"I try, I try." Fran said, very snobbish, she noticed.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name." He said, expecting an answer.
"Ugh, I know what comes up next. 'Hey, you want to come to my place later?'" Fran wasn't surprised
"How about I start, my name is Brendon. Brendon Urie. And I have no intentions of taking you home, although I would like to have your number so we can talk sometime."
"Ok, my name is Franciescka, or Fran, which ever you prefer." She gave him a smirked and leaned over the counter towards him. She put her hand on his chest. He smiled. She reached into his pocket to take out the phone. They both laughed as she put her number in his phone.
"So I'll call you later...?" Brendon asked.
"Yeah." Fran smiled and played with her long black hair. Brendon got up and put down thirty dollars. That was way more than what she usually got.
"Bye."
Franciescka looked at him as he walked away from her. Yes, he would call her later. And for some reason, without even knowing him, she couldn't wait.
"What will it be boys?" Franciescka Milan asked.
"Champagne, your best.... and you?" One of the men said, and looked to his friend.
"I would like a Sour Apple Martini with an extra shot of vodka." He answered.
"Oh, rough day I suppose." Fran assumed.
The man looked up at her and smiled. They were around 30 she guessed. He looked at her, up and down. He seemed fascinated by her attire. She looked different from the rest of the employees at the Pure Touch Club. Fran never liked the "uniform" idea. She always wore whatever the hell she wanted. She usually came wearing dark skinny jeans, a belt to keep her pants from falling down, a t-shirt, and black high heel boots. Usually she wore whatever she felt comfortable in, a bartender is not as easy as it looks.
"How would you like to come back to my place? You might want to have a couple of drinks before we head back." One of the men asked. His friend laughed.
"Excuse me? I'm sorry Sir, but why don't you just have another drink?" She decided to brush it off.
"No, why don't you just go get yourself something strong and I'll take you home?" He wasn't kidding.
"You know what? I'm going to get your sorry ass another drink, so you can just kiss my..." Fran would have continued but a young man come up to them and cut her off.
"Excuse me miss, but are these gentlemen bothering you?" The man asked. His voice was gentle and he had a smirk on his face.
"Who the hell are you?" The other man demanded to know.
"I'm the man that is going to kick your ass if you don't leave this young lady alone." He answered very nonchalant.
The man stood up and looked at his enemy straight in the eye. He noticed how he was wearing a black suit, which made him think that he thought he was so tough. He stared into his eyes and realized that he meant it. He looked at his friend and motioned to the door. They both got up and left, giving him dirty looks along the way.
"Hah, thanks." Franciescka said. "This doesn't mean you're getting a free drink."
"Naw, I wasn't thinking that."
"Well, what will it be?"
"Hmmm...I'll have a coke with a shot of Bacardi and vodka with some crème."
"Um, I'll do my best..." She had never heard that one before. She mixed the drink and handed it to him. She put her elbow at the counter watching him drink it.
"Wow, this is the best I've ever had!"
"I try, I try." Fran said, very snobbish, she noticed.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name." He said, expecting an answer.
"Ugh, I know what comes up next. 'Hey, you want to come to my place later?'" Fran wasn't surprised
"How about I start, my name is Brendon. Brendon Urie. And I have no intentions of taking you home, although I would like to have your number so we can talk sometime."
"Ok, my name is Franciescka, or Fran, which ever you prefer." She gave him a smirked and leaned over the counter towards him. She put her hand on his chest. He smiled. She reached into his pocket to take out the phone. They both laughed as she put her number in his phone.
"So I'll call you later...?" Brendon asked.
"Yeah." Fran smiled and played with her long black hair. Brendon got up and put down thirty dollars. That was way more than what she usually got.
"Bye."
Franciescka looked at him as he walked away from her. Yes, he would call her later. And for some reason, without even knowing him, she couldn't wait.
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