The Bar

The lights were low and the thumping of the music shook the room. People were standing around drinking and some were dancing in front of the DJ that stood on top of a platform at the edge of the room.

Darrel took a long swig from his drink as he scanned the room. He felt a hand on his shoulder and jumped in surprise.

"Hey man, you alright? Normally you'd be all over the dancefloor by now." His friend Steve asked.

Darrel nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just had a pretty hectic day and I'm feeling a bit worn out."

Steve smirked at him, "Just making sure. I'm going to see if I can get some action. Come join us if you can manage to rally."

Darrel chuckled at the joke. "Sure, let me get a couple of these in me and I might consider it."

Steve disappeared into the crowded dancefloor as he pushed through the groups that were dancing together. Darrel just sighed and downed his drink. He placed it on the counter and scratched the back of his head. His mind was still stuck on the images that he had seen earlier. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a tall woman with bronze skin walk up to the bartender a few feet from him.

She had long blonde hair and was dressed in a skin tight dress that left little to the imagination. What really caught his eye was a small bulge, barely noticable through the dress and the adams apple that she had. His brain froze in that moment and his throat went dry. She glanced over at him and noticed him staring. With a grin she walked over to him, "You know it's rude to stare, right?"

"Uh, sorry. I didn't mean to.", Darrel replied meekly.

She just smiled at him, "Really? Is that what you say when you're checking someone out?"

He didn't know what to say as she laughed at his reaction.

"Don't worry, I don't bite... Unless you're into that sort of thing." She joked.

At this point, he couldn't stop himself from asking her the question at the forefront of his mind. "Did you use Lotion X?"

Her smile became slightly predatory as she held a finger up to his mouth, "Shhhh. No need to mention something like that so loudly. To answer your question, yes, yes I did and I still do."

"How is it?", Darrel asked sheepishly.

"Amazing. I couldn't be happier. What's your name?" She asked.

"Darrel", He replied.

"Mine is Leila." She reached into her purse and pulled out a small black bottle and what looked to be a business card. "Take this. You can decide to use it, you can sell it, I don't really care. I can tell that your curious. If you want more, call me." she said as she handed them over to the dumbstruck man.

Darrel quietly pocketed both of them as he watcher her take her drink and disappear into the crowd.