by Kyanna Skye
“It’s pretty obvious that you don’t want to be here,” replied the god, a slight trace of what she thought to be a southern accent apparent in his voice as he began to mix a drink, but he did so without taking his eyes off of her. “Usually, most people that come in here have a reason for being here. It’s pretty clear that you don’t.”
Carlie licked her lips, finding that they had suddenly become dry, and she turned herself on her stool to rest her elbows on the bar and face the man fully. “Oh? Am I that obvious?”
The godly bartender smirked, and she found something magnetic in the simple expression. “Well, you do stand out.”
She felt herself blush.
“So what brings you here? Business or pleasure?”
She tried to keep her face neutral. “Uh…”
“Pleasure,” he said, seeming to draw the answer out of her Omni potently. “Well, I’m not sure if you’ll find any pleasure here… but I’m glad you came just the same.”
She tried to maintain her neutral look, but her lips cracked with a girlish smile.
He gestured to the bar at large. “It’s a dump, isn’t it?”
All she could do was give a slight nod.
The bartender nodded in the direction that Jackie had gone off in. “Your friend dragged you here, right? Can’t see why a lady such as you would be here unless she didn’t want to actually be here.”
Carlie said nothing but simply gave a nod as if she were, in fact, being questioned by a god and knew better than to lie. She wasn’t silent out of politeness. She simply wanted to hear him speak more.
The bartender completed his drink and slid it down the bar without watching where it ended up, though it likely was caught by the one who had asked for it. He leaned on the counter top across from her and looked her over, his eyes scanning her from the hair to elbow and then back. Somehow the sight of simply watching him look at her sent a strange tingle up and down her spine.
“I saw the way you walked in here… it’s pretty obvious you don’t generally keep with a crowd like this. But I noticed how you kept your back straight. That means a proper upbringing… that means money. You come from a wealthy family, and I noticed how you kept a watchful eye on everyone else in this place. So you know how to recognize danger when you see it, and that means you have a professional eye.” He turned his head sideways like he was looking at her from a new angle. “That tells me you’re a lawyer… maybe a doctor… someone from the upper echelon. And you’re here because you have no choice. How am I doing?”
She nodded but didn’t speak. She didn’t want him to know how much he was getting right, only to acknowledge that he had gotten something right. There was something exciting in keeping him guessing. More important than that, she didn’t want to break his chain of words in any way, his voice was like magic. He sounded both intuitive and hypnotic at the same time, and his words were a silent command for her to keep listening.
Keep talking, she silently pleaded.
The barkeep again looked her over; his eyes seemed to be combing her more deeply than before like he was surveying every strand of muscle beneath her skin. Part of her hoped – wildly so – that he was simply undressing her with his eyes.
“From the way you’re dressed, I can tell that you don’t like to flaunt your wealth. But your perfume,” he sniffed at the air, “that’s Lilac Seduction. High-end stuff usually goes for two grand for an ounce.” He looked her over; his eyes seemed to reach deeper inside of her. “From your perfume and your casual dress I can tell that you live a simple life… you have a routine… you’re organized… and after a while that gets to be pretty mundane. So your friend, who obviously doesn’t come from money or privilege, wants a night of doing something unorthodox. Something dark and dangerous, and a biker’s bar seemed like a good place to go. But you… you had reservations about it. I’ll bet you tried to talk her out of it the whole way here. Am I right?”
She couldn’t maintain her silence anymore and felt a giddy excitement building up inside of her. “I’m impressed,” she said with a smile.
“So, I was right?”
She tilted her head to one side and took a drink from her beer. “Close enough.”
The barkeep smiled.
“Hey there, handsome,” said a woman’s voice from Carlie’s shoulder, drawing her attention of the god away from her.
She looked and saw the shapely figure of a woman standing next to her, and she cringed inwardly at the sight. The woman standing beside her was full breasted and slender of waist. She was the kind of woman that she usually saw modeling high-end underwear or on the arm of a famous movie star. Her hair was fire-engine red, and the look she wore was easy to interpret: she wanted the bartender. And not just to have him mix her a drink.
Fuck! Carlie thought, taking a second and deeper swig from her beer, feeling her heart dwindle at the sight of the woman and knowing her intent.
“I saw you working here the last time I was here,” said the skinny woman familiarly and with the kind of charm that a whore would use to pick up a guy on a street corner. “I was hoping you’d be here.”
The barkeep kept his smile in place, but there was something… less… about it, Carlie thought. Like he wasn’t all that thrilled to see this woman… like he’d seen her before and didn’t care for what he saw. Somehow, she found that very endearing. “Can I make you a drink, miss?” he asked, his voice only fractionally as hypnotic as it had been a moment before. That was endearing as well.
“Sure…” the skinny bitch asked, her smile as seductive as the rest of her. “And, can I get your phone number while I’m here?” she added, sounding braver than she had a moment before.
Carlie felt like that was her cue to get up and find some corner to disappear into and puke. She’d had bad luck with meeting men before but this instance was a rare occasion all by itself. But before she could so much as stir, the god behind the bar spoke up.
“It’s usually not a good idea to speak like that to a man in front of his wife, miss.”
Carlie froze. Her eyes locked on the god, who kept his gaze fixed on the other woman as if savoring her reaction. She couldn’t blame her.
The skinny girl looked perplexed.
The god looked to her – Carlie – and smiled, indicating whom he had spoken of.
Carlie’s blood felt like it had suddenly caught fire. Oh god… he means me?! It was an outright lie, but Carlie suddenly found that she didn’t mind being caught up in it. If the god said that it was so, then it was. She found a vindictive smile touch her lips.
The skinny girl turned her attention to Carlie, and it was the skinnier woman’s turn to wear a look of confusion. Her mouth dropped open with shock at the sight of her, like she couldn’t believe what she had just heard. Carlie struggled to keep from laughing but managed to put a smile on her face. If she could have spoken she might have said, ‘Ha, that’s right bitch… he’s mine.’
“Oh,” the skinny girl said, taking a small step back, the look of embarrassment as pronounced as her breasts.
“Can I make you a drink?” the god asked, his voice full of faux sympathy.
“N-no,” the girl said, taking another step back. “I just… oh, god…” She turned and walked away, not even bothering to look back and melted into the crowd.
Once she and the godly bartender were alone, she looked back to him, feeling her cheeks flush. “Wife?” she asked, her voice almost a squeak.
He smiled, and the full power of the expression returned and when he spoke, so had the mesmerizing tones of his voice. He gave a small shrug. “I’m optimistic.”
Carlie felt her eyes grow wider. This was a dream. It had to be. Men like this didn’t talk to women like her. It just… it didn’t happen. It was like saying that the sun rose in the north every day, it just didn’t fucking happen. And that it should happen to her was even more amazing. Things like this didn’t happen to her… gods never took notice of her. Not ever.
But as she watched
him she felt a smile creasing her face. He returned the expression, and it felt like a long time had passed between them until his eyes darted up over her shoulder and into the crowd. A small look of regret grew on his features. “Your friend is coming back, looks like she struck out.”
Carlie looked back over her shoulder and saw Jackie pushing her way through the crowd, looking back over her shoulder as if checking to make sure that no one was following her. There was a look of some panic on her face, and she could sense instantly that the time had come for them to make a speedy exit.
Shit! She has to fuck up now? Now, of all damn times! Dammit!
She turned back to the god behind the bar. “Uh… I… I…”
He held up a hand to silence her. “It’s okay.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. He put it on the bar and slid it towards her. “I’ll call you.”
Carlie felt her heart quicken at the gesture, and she looked back up to him, wonder filling her expression. Part of her felt like this was some kind of a joke, but she knew the cell phone on the counter top. It was pricey… too expensive for a bartender to afford. She tried to make sense of it and turn that sense into words, but all that came out was a small string of incoherent words. “Uh… but… what…?”
“Don’t worry about it. You’ll see me before you know it,” he added with a wink.
“Carlie!” said Jackie’s voice from behind her.
Reluctantly, she turned to her friend and saw her stepping towards the bar in a rush, a look of anxiety was on her face. “Carlie! We need to go. Now!” she said tersely.
She knew that tone of voice. Jackie had fucked up whatever pick up tricks she had tried to use. It seemed pretty obvious that she had tried to use her wiles on the wrong biker gang member. Even so, she couldn’t believe how horrible Jackie’s timing was this time. She spared a look at her watch and found that Jackie had managed to completely cluster fuck the whole deal in less than ten minutes.
It was a new record.
“But…” Carlie began.
“No questions, dammit, there’s no time. C’mon!” Jackie said, picking her up off of her stool practically thrusting her towards the door.
Carlie turned back to the bar.
The god that had stood there was gone. All the remained was the cell phone, right where he had left it. She didn’t know what it was that drove her to it, but she impulsively scooped up the phone and slipped it into the small purse that she carried. Her eyes sought out the handsome figure that had spoken to her… called her his wife… but she didn’t seem him anywhere. Just like a god to up and vanish when she wanted nothing more than to see him again. And as Jackie towed her anxiously towards the door she found it ironic that for the first time in her life, she thought that Jackie had finally picked a good place for them to visit.
When she woke up in bed the next morning there was a pleasant feeling swirling through her body, and the feeling was palpable, like hot cocoa on a cold day. She was partially tangled in her own sheets, and her apartment was quiet like the world had gone away to leave her alone with her thoughts until she had drifted off to sleep. And it had been a pleasant sleep with thoughts of seductive voices… quiet corners… and the handsome bartender in less than what he had been wearing.
The thought made her blush.
This was unnatural for her. Carlie was no stranger to wild and impure thoughts about men she had just met, but this was the first time that it had felt like such thoughts were easily within her reach.
They are, aren’t they?
It was a difficult question to ask.
She wondered, briefly, if the whole thing had been a dream. Some of it seemed so perfect… so surreal… that it could only have been a dream. A god among men, who had the look of a man who could have had any woman that he wanted, and he’d chosen her. But had he really chosen her? Or was this some kind of a game that men were apt to play? Had the whole thing been in her imagination?
The logical part of her mind told her that it was more than likely. But then she found the cell phone that had been given to her by the handsome god sitting on her bedside table and felt a surge of excitement course through her that warmed her better than hot cocoa ever could. The simple device was proof enough that what she had experienced had been real. Like a god had left her some divine piece of jewelry as proof of the visit to earth.
I got a direct line to a god, she thought with a smirk.
After that, she felt like she was walking on air.
For the rest of her morning everywhere she went, the phone went with her. She showered with the phone on her bathroom counter. She cooked and ate breakfast with the phone sitting on her kitchen table. She dressed with the phone sitting idly on her bed. And when she went to work she put it on silent and slipped it into her back pocket, though it was against hospital regulations.
She waited anxiously for the phone to ring, feeling her heart quicken to unnatural speeds every time she heard an unfamiliar cell phone ring. But every time she checked, she found that the phone had remained silent. And every time she had a break at the hospital in which she worked she would look through the phone, hoping to find some clue as to the identity of the mysterious barkeep that had spoken to her.
God, I don’t even know his name, she thought every time she looked through the phone. Amusingly, she felt happy enough to simply think of him as ‘God.'
Unlike most phones, she found this one to be strangely empty of any of the usual features. There were only a few pictures in it, and regrettably, none of them were of her mystery man. There weren’t even any of people, but of inanimate things. Most of the pictures were of motorcycle parts, there was one of an empty field that stood somewhere on a bluff overlooking the ocean though she could not determine where. There was really nothing revealing in any of it.
She found that the call history was full of blocked numbers, and of all of those that weren’t she recognized them as being from local numbers. She looked those up and found that there was no registry for any of them. In short, there was really nothing that she could use to try and identify the handsome bartender contained in the small device. Nor was there any contact list inside of it… no apps… no voicemails… no texts… there was nothing. He hadn’t even enabled any security features on it, she was free to open and scan it at will without any trouble. The phone remained just as mysterious as its owner.
As the day wore on, she felt some of her excitement beginning to fade. The handsome man had not reached out to her as he’d promised. There was something demoralizing in that. She felt like a child, promised some prized toy or piece of candy for good behavior by an adult that had failed to deliver.
By the end of the day, she felt her heart had whittled some, checking the phone a final time before leaving work and finding that it still had not rung. The feeling took her back to her days in high school when one boy or another had asked her for her phone number, and she spent all of her time staring at the phone and trying to will it to ring, but to no avail.
By the time she returned home, she had set the phone aside and almost forgot about it. Once or twice she gave it a furtive glance and rushed to check it to see if it had rung but found nothing since the last time she had checked it. She felt like a character in all of the old myths that had been visited by a god and left with some token as proof of the visitation only to find that the glittering item seemed to have become dull and faded. Like everything that she had experienced had not been real.
She went to sleep with a heavy heart for it. She tried to imagine the handsome god in her mind once again. And while the image of him lingered perfectly in her mind, she could not hold onto it. It was like watching clouds move in the sky until the shape became unrecognizable and thin until it was gone altogether.
When she woke the next day, she again checked the phone. The only thing that had changed about it was that its battery had gone down to half of its life. She put it on battery-saving mode and went about her usual routine, showering, eating,
dressing, and finally making her way to work. She managed to restrain herself from checking the phone constantly and only looked at it the once on the cab ride to her job.
The morning passed as it always did for her. She met with patients, conversed with coworkers, did her paperwork, cleaned instruments and washed her hands, and did as her training bid her to do. She did much of it almost mechanically and always that lingering feeling of depression rested on her shoulders like a yoke that she didn’t care to carry.
Her hopes of seeing the handsome god again began to fade. A disappointed feeling entered into her gut, and she was prepared to resume her life just as if the strange night had never happened. She still had her life and maybe Jackie would want to visit some other place in the near future where she might meet another captivating man such as the godly bartender.
Not likely, she thought with some regret.
The phone rang.
At first, it didn’t even register until she remembered that she had set the device on silent, and the vibrations of it tickled her through her back pocket. When the realization washed over her, she felt her heart go into immediate overdrive as she fumbled for the device. She was thankful that she was alone in a hallway when it did ring and ducked into a secluded corner to answer it.
“Oh, please god,” she thought, praying both for help from the true God and from the one that had given her the phone.
She looked at the screen and found that there was no recognized number on it, but her excitement overcame her caution as she answered.
“Hello?” she asked tentatively.
“I need you to do something for me,” said a hypnotic voice on the other end. She recognized it as her god. “Don’t react to what’s about to happen.”
The line went dead.
She looked at the phone. The call had indeed been disconnected. She stood dumbfounded, staring at the device. She was uncertain about what had just occurred. She knew only that she felt strange. Like she had been in a crowded room and heard someone whisper her name. And when she had turned to see who had spoken, there was no one there.
