Strings of Fate

Strings of Fate

Cam 15- Warnings and wondering

I didn’t expect that Harry would come into the bar tonight, as hungover as I expect he is. But like clockwork, he appears mid afternoon at the time I generally start my shift and stumbles his way to his usual seat. I’m the only one working tonight since I traded shifts with Cora and my other bartender called off sick. I don’t mind. It’s a Monday so I doubt it’ll be TOO busy.

“You look terrible.” I greet him with a smile. I’m also lying. He might look a little tired, his hair is messier than usual and he’s a little less put together, but in no way does he look bad. If anything he looks more approachable. I am clearly not the only one who thinks so because a group of women out for after work drinks or a late lunch or something have been eying him since he came in and they giggle every time I glance their way. Harry groans and runs a hand. through his hair.

“I feel like I was hit with a truck. What did you put in that drink of yours? It was fun but I feel like shit. I’m not sure I should be accepting drinks from you anymore.” He grumbles.”

“Oh, well that’s a shame. I made up a hangover remedy for Ryann to give the Shifters this morning. When I delivered it you had already gone, but I have some left over. But if you’re not accepting drinks from me I might as well just tip it out. It won’t be any good by tomorrow.” I say casually. I’m telling plenty of lies tonight. I made this batch up especially for him. Shifters have a very different metabolism. The remedy for them is completely different. Harry flashes me a pained smile.

“I take it back. As always I will drink anything as long as it’s made by you.” He winks at me

and I roll my eyes.

“I don’t know. If you don’t want to risk it I would totally understand.” I tease.

“I’ll beg. Take pity on me. Pleeeease?” He bats his eyelashes at me and I snort out a laugh.

“Okay, okay. Just stop that. You look ridiculous.” I dash into the back and return with the bottle of hangover

tion. I pour it into a glass then stop when I realise that one of the

woment from earlier has apparently gotten up the nerve to approach Harry.

“Hi, I’m Erin. I noticed you don’t have a drink yet so I thought I would come over and buy

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you one.” She bats her eyelashes even more dramatically than he did and leans in close giving him and everyone else in the room a great view of her cleavage. Harry doesn’t seem to notice, I suppose he is used to women throwing themselves at him. He glances up and sees met approaching with his drink.

“Actually, I think my drink has just arrived. Thanks anyway.” He answers politely, angling himself away from her and towards me. I place the drink in front of him. It doesn’t look very good, a weird greenish colour, but it actually does taste better than it appears. Kind of like a mint smoothie. He takes a sip and I can see the tension leaving him as it alleviates his headache. Erin doesn’t give up so easily.

“Oh, the

looking drink. Is it any good?” She persists.

alright, it’s not alcoholic.” He answers, again

sit with us.” She suggests, flipping her

am actually here with someone.” He informs her. She glances around, clearly

Who?” She

little surprised. Probably because she didn’t even notice me standing here. People often forget the bartender is standing

my conversation with my friend.” Harry says pointedly. Erin blushes, looking

She trails off. Her words are aimed at

another drink? On the house.” I

drinks for her whole table. I give her the whole lot

is never

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Harry apologises. I tilt my head

ask. He sighs.

get it. I’m here for YOU. I don’t want you to think otherwise. Besides, I get jealous and worried when other guys flirt with you. I don’t want you to feel that way.” He explains. I shrug like I don’t care, although I have to admit he is a little

fine.” I

women home all the time. I don’t have any expectations.” I point out. Harry frowns as if

interested in you. Why would I be taking other women home? When would I even find the time? I spend every night sitting here with you.” He reminds me. He

“I

friends are right. I need to make myself more clear. Will you go out with me?” He asks. Huh? Is he asking

told you before, I’m not sleeping with you.” I remind him. Harry rolls

with me, I asked if you would go on a date with me. Nothing physical. I just want to spend time with

relationship that won’t last. I’m used to being alone.” Another lie. I hate

words sound good, they sound like everything I could ever want to hear. But I just don’t believe them. He’s an Incubus, pretty smiles and flattering words are what he’s good at. Besides, why would he care so much about me? And how can I stop myself from caring about him because it’s starting

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evening Harry tries again..

to get lunch with me tomorrow?” He asks with a charming smile. I shake