Sandy-haired Stranger

"Oh, come now, Honey, you shouldn't go about taking these things so hard." The words rolled out of the brunette's mouth with a playful giggle as she curled a strand of hair around her right index finger. The noise was muted by the booming base of the club music, so only those nearby could she more than the bright smile and silent laughter that followed.

"After all, you've been doing all that extra work that makes it difficult to come and play. Right, Cheryl?" Raven-haired, short women chimed in, agreeing with the brunette. The two nodded as Honey huffed while biting down on the straw that belonged to the fruity drink set before her. As always, the corner of the club these women occupied was the most active space beyond the ever-popular dance floor. What wasn't expected, however, was hardly much of a hard time the other girls gave her.  

"Blaming me for dealing with necessary evils? I never thought I would live to see the day you would turn your back on me. Even going so far as to steal my one favorite toy." Watching the tall blonde woman pout childishly caused peels of laughter to ripple through the other women. Hands slammed down hard on the table as the blonde stood up. Had what she said honestly been that funny? Honey scowled back in disapproval as she finished the rest of her drink.

"If that is how you all will be, I will find someone else to spend the rest of the evening with." Unlike recent nights, she could pick from plenty of charming little toys around. Toys that would at least treat her with the respect and adoration that she deserved. However, Honey Drop never made it out of her seat as the other women clamored over her to keep her in place.

Hungry eyes couldn't stop feasting on the lovely sight before them, even if they would never get close. Such behavior triggered a dark desire and hunger that couldn't easily be ignored. After all, men were creatures that didn't know how to restrain themselves. Oh, how they would be willing to pay any price if only to be able to touch them for five minutes…

Alas. No price would be high enough. Thus, they would have to settle for watching the brawl from afar. Silently hoping one of the upcoming nights, they'd be able to catch one of the women's attention.

"What in the hell, ladies?! First, you verbally abuse me. Now this? I demand to know what is going on?" Her deep voice broke through in response to the unexpected action. Clearing her throat quickly to hide it, Honey swatted the other women away with a rough arm.

"Dear Darling, you misunderstand. We aren't trying to abuse you at all. Rather, we aren't done talking to you because there's something important left to mention." Cheryl snapped her fingers at one of their other companions—a silent request for a drink refill. One of the younger women hurried away from their circle to refill it.

"You haven't been able to come around lately, but we thought we should let you know anyway. Recently, there has been a new puppy who has found his way around here." New puppy? Honey's ears perked up at this. Sitting straight, her eyes shot around the club. Were they there right now? Surely not. She'd always notice when someone new tried to come in unnoticed.

"Easy, girl. We haven't seen them around here tonight. Otherwise, we'd have already sent you their way." Esmeralda, another black-haired beauty, let out a deep rich chuckle, amused by her friend's antiques.

"And you thought it was important only to tell me this now?" Honey's eyes narrowed, and her possessive nature displayed as she grilled the other women.  

"Were you planning on waiting until you all had your fill of him before told me, hmm? Or maybe, you thought I wouldn't notice and that you could keep him to yourself?" The woman crossed her arms, leveling the other women with her gaze. Only one of the younger women averted their gaze as the others decided to play along.

"Oh, I'm so glad you realized the plan immediately. How awkward it would've been if we had to go about explaining it to ourselves. The reason we decided to tell you tonight was precisely because all of us have already had our hands on him. There isn't that much left of him, so we thought you could have the last bite." The way Honey's eyes narrowed reflected how little amusement she found in the joke despite the laughter surrounding her.

"Honesty, Hun-Hun, you need to relax. We haven't said anything yet because we didn't know if they were taken. You know the kind of people who come here aside from us. Some have already claimed the new boys before we can get new." By 'kind of people,' Honey knew precisely what Cheryl meant—the kind of people they did their best to avoid if possible – the mafiosos.

However, to Honey, even if it did turn out they owned this newcomer, it didn't mean they weren't an option. There were always ways around that kind of thing. Ways that required a little ingenuity and carefulness.

"Before you decide anything, you should sit back and relax today. It is the first full night you're back, after all." Brittany, the girl sent off to fetch the drinks recommended as she put the round down on the table. She made sure everyone had what they wanted before adjusting her black dress and retaking her sheet at the table.

"Being my first full night back is exactly why I shouldn't take it relaxing." Honey rolled her eyes again as she brushed her blonde hair aside and picked up the daiquiri.

"There's no telling when the next time I will get a chance to have fun will be. If this new pup comes in, I will rather take my chances than end the night on a boring note." Taking a long sip, her eyes scanned the bar once more. Some risks were worth taking. Pulling in fresh, young blood was one of those risks that almost always paid off. It was precisely the kind of risk that Honey needed after her week. The perfect form of stress relief that would take the edge off her pent-up frustrations.

And perhaps just for Honey, the universe chose not to disappoint that evening. It wasn't long before a young, tall, somewhat uncertain of themselves, sandy-haired stranger made their way into the bar. Honey didn't take her gaze off him as she continued to sip her drink, watching him from over the glass's rim. She didn't stop even as everyone at her table started murmuring and nudging each other to take note of him.

Honey felt her eyes darken with desire as the young man breezed past their table without so much as batting an eye or glancing in their direction. She could see why her companions hadn't approached him yet. Still, that would stop her.  

Oh, this one was certainly different. One that would be worthwhile to get a hold of.