A Dark Games short story

By Lisa Williamson

Published by Lisa Williamson at Smashwords

Copyright 2013 Lisa Williamson

He walked into the bar and looked about. The room was much like many he had been in, small, dark and smoky. This late there weren't too many filling the tables and booths and he almost stepped back out to try a better spot but he spotted a woman in the shadows at the back of the bar.

A slow smile slid over a face that many would call handsome. Strong cheekbones covered with bronzed skin under eyes that seemed to hold secrets with a simple glance. He ran a hand through his raven locks to both settle them and to emphasize the muscles in his arm. He was a fine specimen of a man, or so he appeared.

He nodded to the barkeep, lifting two fingers and gesturing toward the table in the back. "Two of whatever she is drinking, Bobby."

The barkeep snorted and shook his head. "I wouldn't if I were you Jimmy. There is some bad juju around the woman sitting there." The beads at the ends of his braids clacked softly.

"Bad juju?" Jimmy rolled his eyes and smiled. "Well, I doubt she has even seen anything like me my friend."

Bobby poured two fingers of Jameson's into the glasses and passed them over. "Don't say I didn't warn ya." He went back to his magazine, ignoring the curious look that was tossed his way.

Jimmy shook his head, sighed, then pasted on his patented come-hither smile and headed toward the woman in the back. He had no idea what Bobby was talking about but now more than just his curiosity drew him to the woman.

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