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|Fri, 07-19-2002 - 1:46pm|
Club scene rewritten for a different book (m)
I'm sorry to be posting this so quickly after my last Nicole and Cam post, but I wanted to get it posted before the weekend since I won't be around until Monday. The note from Jason to Shelby is bothering me - he's a hockey player so I'm not looking for shakespeare from him, but it just doesn't seem right. Other than that, how's it look for a new story?
Jason sat at the bar watching looking around the dance floor. There was one woman in particular that he couldn’t keep his eyes off. Snug black jeans accentuated slim hips as she two-stepped around the dance floor. A bright red T-shirt clung to her curves, inviting Jason to slip his hands under the hem and feel the creamy skin there.
Her partner slipped a hand into the mass of black hair piled on her head. Slowly, her hair fell down her back in loose waves and curls. Silently, Jason thanked the other man for releasing it.
She stepped away from her partner. Half turned to Jason, he could see the anger on her face as she looked at the man she had been dancing with. She said something to him, then turned quickly and stalked to the ladies room. A half smile appeared on Jason’s face - it appeared as though the two weren’t quite as close as he’d thought.
Jason turned back to the TV over the bar, thinking his entertainment over for the evening. He was wrong; the woman from the dance floor slid onto the stool beside him and ordered a drink. Jason pulled a ten out of his wallet to pay for the drink.
Large brown eyes filled with suspicion met his gaze, “Hi, I’m Jason,” he introduced himself.
“Thanks for the drink.”
“And you are?”
Jason smiled, he guessed he deserved that. He turned his attention back to the hockey game on TV. He should’ve been on that road trip with the team, but two weeks ago he’d suffered a knee injury that had required surgery. He was out for the next month – at least.
When one of his teammates scored, he was surprised to hear the brunette beside him cheer. A smile lit up her face as she watched the game. “You like hockey?” he asked her.
She seemed to be almost warming up to him, so he continued, “Get to many games?”
“I used to,” the smile had disappeared from her face, replaced with an emotionless mask. She turned her attention back to the TV.
“I can get you tickets to the next game, if you want.”
“It’s sold out,” her silky voice was without expression.
“I have my sources,” he smiled, “If I can get you tickets – good tickets – where would I have them delivered.”
She turned back to him, brown eyes meeting blue, watching him, “Do I have to go with you?”
She sighed heavily. It was clear she wanted to go to a game, but she didn’t want to trust him. For a moment, he thought she was going to walk away from him. He couldn’t let that happen, he wanted – no, needed – to see her again. “It’s just tickets to a hockey game,” he told her quickly.
This time, he got the answer he’d been waiting for, “Ok.” She picked up a napkin from the bar and taking a pen from her purse, she quickly wrote an address on it, “get them dropped off here.”
He looked at the napkin. There was no name, just an address, but it was too late, she was already walking away from him.
Shelby was working in the cooler, organizing arrangements trying to find room for one more. The smell of roses was overwhelmingly sweet. Finally, fitting the last one in, she slid the door shut. This was her first Valentine’s day with her own flower shop and she hoped that she was ready.
“Shel, there’s a delivery here.”
“Just a sec,” she said to Kari. She walked back out to the front and was surprised to see a man holding a single envelope. She took it from him and signed where he indicated. Frowning, she walked to her office to open it.
A note slipped out as she pulled two hockey tickets from the envelope. She’d forgotten about the man in the bar and his promise of hockey tickets. Edmonton and Dallas were playing the night after Valentine’s day and she had 2 tickets in the 10th row. She picked up the note and read, “For the beautiful brunette from the bar, the promised tickets.” It was simply signed Jason.
“What’s up boss?” Kari had one hip leaned against the doorjamb, looking at Shelby.
“How do you feel about hockey? I have two tickets to the next game.”