The Devils Lover

Chapter One

Ava moved around behind the bar filling drinks as people made orders. Music thumped around her and people chatted amongst each other. She'd been working at Freddie's for almost four years. It was a pretty popular bar stationed in Seattle. Every night was the same, with the same people ordering the same drinks.

Ron, one of her usuals, was rambling on as she pretended to listen.
His brown hair was looking more grey by the minute, and his clothes always seemed to be dirty. He downed his third beer, and she gave him another already knowing he would ask for it.

"They just don't appreciate how much work I put in, you know? I mean, I've only been late like six times, that's not too much." Ron complained.
She raised an eyebrow at him but didn't say anything. Honestly, she was surprised he ever made it to work at all.

She looked up from Ron just in time to see two men walk through the door. She had never seen them before, she would know, at this point she knew everyone who came to the bar. Through the dim lighting she could see they were similar in height both being at least over six feet and they looked to be in their late twenties. The taller of the two had dark tan skin and black hair, he also wore a black suit. Not the usual attire for those that came here.  The other man was a lot paler, had tousled brown hair and wore a similar black suit to the first man.

They looked around, their eyes landing on the bar the black haired man's landed on her. They made their way to her and she felt her heartbeat pick up and the hair on her arms rose. Ron's rambling was now in the back of her mind as she watched the two strangers approach.

"What can I get ya?" She asked them trying to keep her voice from wavering. Even though the bar separated them she could smell the first man's cologne. It was earthy and musky and all she wanted to do was breath it in.

"Two whiskeys" the brown haired man said.

"Coming right up," She smiled at them and turned around, stretching up to the top shelf to grab the bottle of whiskey. She was a bit too short to reach it and she stretched on her toes to grasp the bottle between her fingertips. With a quick sigh she brought it down to her level.

She quickly finished making the drinks and placed each glass on the bar for them, careful to keep her hand steady so the drinks wouldn't spill. "Thank you." The black haired man said, grabbing it and they made their way towards one of the last empty booths on the sidewall.

She watched them for a bit, not able to help herself. Who were these mysterious men?

She was pulled out of her thoughts by none other than Ron, yelling for another drink.

Rolling her eyes, she grabbed his glass and refilled it with the same cheap beer he always drank. She handed it to him without a word and he nodded a thanks. Grabbing a cloth she started wiping down the bar getting rid of any water rings and crumbs leftover from the night.

Her mind wandered to what she would have for dinner. The bar cook already went home, and while he was kind enough to offer to make her something before he left she had stupidly turned him down, so that wasn't an option. Every other place was closed by now. Leftovers it was, Easy enough.

She spent the next few hours making drinks and talking with repeat customers making sure to be polite, ensuring her a better tip. She couldn't help but watch the two men though. They were laughing together in the booth and she couldn't help but wonder what they were talking about. 

"Three tequila shots." A very drunk man said staggering up to the bar.
"You're cut off James." She told him sternly. He had only been there for a couple hours and was already hammered.
"Okay fine, one tequila shot." He bargained.
She crossed her arms. "That's not how this works, you're done."