The Orphan and the Beast

Rosco POV

It's finally Thursday night, I can relax at Tommy's without worrying about the other s**t heads in my crew needing me. It's been a LONG week, and lord knows I could use a couple drinks. Shuffling through the pile of clothes in the hamper I finally settle on a pair of dark jeans and a black shirt, maybe I'll be able to fly under the radar tonight so I can focus on getting drunk.

"What'll it be boss man" asks Jerry my faithful bartender, he's a hard a** straight out of prison for ar**n, but he sure is loyal.

"Jack and Coke tonight, extra on the jack" nodding he begins to mix my drink.

Looking around the bar I'm impressed by all the patrons tonight, must be they like the DJ I've hired. Craig a local thug stands at the head of the bar room blasting out whatever s**t comes onto his i-pod, currently `shots, shots, shots, shots, shots` is pumping through the large speakers, grumbling I turn back to Jerry who has finished my drink finally. Intending on sipping at the pure jack filled glass, it goes down smooth like fire into my belly until I slam the empty glass back onto the bar top, eliciting a smirk from Jerry who drops the other patrons orders to come refill mine.

Sipping this time on my fresh drink I take a moment to admire the crowd when I spot a girl swaying to the music, she looks like she's trying to drown her sorrows. Fresh tears mix with her sweat, creating a glowing appearance. Her long brown hair is matted to her face, her ruffled sky blue dress sways with her motions. I doubt she notices me watching, hell I doubt she notices anyone else in this establishment.

Trance like, she wanders over to the bar pushing her hair off her face in an attempt to cool down. Jerry, who is busy serving the `regulars`, doesn't seem to notice her. Her innocent nature seems to be drowned out by the roaring of laughter and insults being thrown around the bar.

I wave over Jerry who immediately is at my side, ready to serve me another drink, only to be stunned when I point to the girl who seems to be lost in her thoughts. I exchange glances with Jerry and he instantly understands what I want him to do. Setting the drink in front of me Jerry whispers `s*x on the beach`, which instantly makes me turn my nose upwards. My type doesn't drink fruity c**ktails, nor do they stand around lost in space.

The women I usually bed are more provacative, enticing me from the moment they walk in. I have to admit though something about her, her loner nature, lures me in.

"s*x on the beach?" I ask. Stunned she mumbles something, but the music is far to loud to decipher her words. I spin around on my stool and reach out to grab her, next thing I know she's stumbling into my lap clawing at me.

I grab hold of her to stop her from wiggling anymore in my lap, her sweet smell mixed with a fruity type of sweat is beginning to get to me and I need to control the situation before I drag her back to my office caveman style.

Once she's more subdued I ask her if she's been crying, already knowing the answer.

"No, of course not. Anyway, what's it to you?!" she demands.

My only logical response is a deep throated chuckle before deciding to abandon ship before I get too sucked in. I can't afford to get caught up with someone so innocent, my life is a roller coaster of crime, I'm a gang leader for f**ksake.

Reaching across the bar I snag a wad of napkins to toss at her before retreating towards the back of the bar heading for my safe space, my office. Walking through the throng of people all gyrating to some thug s**t spewing out the speakers, I wonder if I should have just left her alone.

Throwing open the door I head straight for my large mahogany desk, as I reach into my bottom drawer where the `special` liquor is, I flip on the security camera monitor. Surprise and intrigue fills me as I throw my feet onto my desk and lean back. It's her. She's making her way towards the back of the bar, "hmmmm, wonder if she's looking for me" I bemuse as I watch her stop short of my open door. I curse at myself for not shutting it all the way, on the other hand I am excited about the prospect of her coming towards me.

Dirty thoughts begin the fill my head as I wait for her to read the name plate on the door. I wonder if she will turn and run away, or does the excitement taunt her to continue on. Minutes feel like hours waiting, just when I think she may turn away, I catch her trying to peer through the cracked door.

"If you're looking for me, just come in" I shout, and to my amusement she squeaks before summoning her courage and slamming the door open. The door slams into my bookshelf causing my books to crash onto the floor sprawling out. Just when I think she may actually be sorry for the wreckage she caused, out comes a barrage of questions.

Ignoring most of them I'm fixated on the way her lips move to form the words she hurls at me. I am pulled from my thoughts of her lips doing more than just talking when she shouts "WELL!".

I try to think about the words she threw at me while I was gazing at her,

"Are you finished?" I mutter, amusement evident on my face. Nodding she awaits my answer, I begin with my name, which I know for a fact it reads `R. Boulderdash` on my door, I paid good money for that engravement. I can see the wheels in her head spinning at my name, a blush starts spreading from her cheeks down her throat as she slowly starts to retreat.

Oh hell no! I'm not done staring at her beauty and watching her squirm under the pressure, she wanted to pursue me, well she isn't just going to walk away now. "Get back here!" I boom, stopping her in her tracks.

It's my turn to have some fun now, oh the possibilities, rather than grabbing her and throwing her onto the desk I decide to feel things out. Playfully, and rather truthfully, I recount how it was her in-fact jumped into my lap not the other way around. As I am speaking her attention is diverted to the large monitor displaying the entire bar, inside and out.

Her attention is locked on one particular spot though, my office door. I can see she no longer wants to be here, she nods in acknowledgment, I'm assuming to drop the topic and not anger me. Am I so scary? F**k yes I am, I know that, but watching her retreat again makes my heart contract.

She turns to look at me one last time before slipping out the door, just long enough for me to wink offer a promise, "see you next time doll-face". With that she slips out the door shutting it behind her leaving me with only the sweet scent of her.