GUILTY PLEASURES

"What would you like?" A smooth voice asked, and Ebony dragged her eyes from the counter where she'd been staring at initials in it, CM, and wondering if it was her  who wrote it, to the woman. Ebony choked down a gasp at the heavenly sight. She was beautiful, with skin as dark as night and brown eyes that Ebony felt herself getting lost in, as though the woman was a maze, and Ebony needed to escape, but didn't want to. She shook her head, cursing herself. How could you so easily look at another woman so soon after Celeste? She bit at the inside of her cheek, punishing herself for indulging in guilty pleasures. 

"Um," Ebony stuttered, hands becoming sticky. "Can I have some Coca Cola? That's if you, uh, sell it." 

"You come into a bar and get an overpriced soda? Doesn't that kind of defy the point of coming in?" The woman asked amused, raising an eyebrow. Ebony didn't answer, too busy gawking at her. "How about this, we spice up your drink with a slice of lemon and an umbrella?"

"I'm not paying twenty cents for an umbrella," Ebony chuckled, twirling her hair subconsciously. 

The woman licked her lips, leaning over the counter and Ebony visibly gulped. She hadn't been attracted to someone in a long time, and she was lost as to what to do. "Maybe I can take your name as payment?" 

Ebony cleared her throat, pulling her hand from out of her pocket and putting it between them. "I'm Ebony Walters." 

She shook her hand tightly, "Rebecca Allen." 

Ebony was disappointed when Rebecca removed her hand from hers, and smiled to cover it up. Sometimes Ebony worried that she had gotten too good at pretending. 

"So, what brings you here Ebony?" Rebecca questioned, leaning down and grabbing a can of soda from the fridge behind her. Ebony tried to look everywhere but her as she bent down. 

"I'm here with a few friends." She wanted to keep her answers subtle, to try and put distance between them. It wasn't working: she already felt herself pulling towards her. 

"They must be great friends, abandoning you at the bar." 

She watched as Rebecca poured the drink into the glass, staring intently as she cut up some lemon. "They've got a lot on their minds, I thought it would be good for them to chill out for a few hours. I don't mind." 

"That's nice of - agh crumbs!" Rebecca cried out as the knife slipped, slashing at her skin. She dropped the knife and stuck her finger in her mouth, cheeks hollowing whilst she sucked. 

 "Are you okay?" Ebony quickly stood up from the stool, knocking it over with a bang carelessly. Eyes flew across the room, praying for it to be the start of a fight, returning to their drinks when they realised it was just a clumsy girl. 

"I think I am." She took her finger out of her mouth with a pop, waving it around. "Didn't help when I got lemon juice in it." 

"Ouch, let me look at it." 

"No it's fine really. Just a scratch." Rebecca shook her head, and Ebony snatched at her wrist, bringing her hand closer to her face. 

"That isn't just a scratch, that's a deep cut. I can stitch it up if you want." Rebecca's face grew horrified. 

"I'm good." 

Ebony grinned, eyes glinting with amusement. "Are you afraid of needles?" 

"No!" Rebecca instantly denied it, attempting to get her hand out of Ebony's grip. 

"You are afraid of needles!" 

"Of course I would be, they're terrifying! Have you not seen how sharp they are? How pointy? They could kill you!" Rebecca managed to whip her hand out of her grip, and held her hand close to her chest. 

"At least let me clean it and wrap it up?" Ebony offered. 

Hesitantly, she nodded. "Can we do it on my break? There's a huge line and I can see Louise on the verge of an anxiety attack." 

Ebony turned her attention to the growing mass of people suffocating around her, and instantly felt bad. She'd made Rebecca's job a lot harder than it already was, and after a quick sweep of the bar, she saw that it was only Rebecca and a bleached blonde serving drinks. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. Yeah, sure." Rebecca relaxed, quickly plucking the slice of lemon off of the table and into the carbonated drink, hastily throwing an umbrella in and collecting the money Ebony scrapped out of her pocket. She hurried off, but not before she could throw Ebony a flash of a smile and yell. 

"My breaks in twenty minutes!"

Her cheeks flushed, and she hoped she could blame it on the stifling heat and not the gorgeous girl who's smile made that funny feeling stir in her stomach, like the one she felt whenever she was around Celeste. 

Ebony couldn't be mad at herself for already pining after a girl she met in a bar; she did it before with Celeste. The only difference was that Ebony thought that Rebecca liked her back. 

The further away Rebecca walked, the more aware Ebony became of her surroundings. Stale sweat and strong alcohol drifted into her nostrils and made her heave, her rapidly snatching up her drink and battling to find freedom from the bustle of people. Talking, screaming, and ear splitting laughter rocketed down her ear drums. All she could see was a sea of faces, all smiling and happy. 

She wanted out. She needed out. 

Finally she broke free, gasping and panting. Glancing at her drink, she saw that half of the contents had split out, and the umbrella was hidden in the moving wave of drunk people. She still had the lemon, leaving a lingering bitterness in the drink. Thirstily, she drained the glass. 

"You must've been very thirsty, girlie." A muscular man swayed in front of her, eyeing her. "Would you like me to get you a drink?" 

"In your wet dreams pal," Ebony commented, placing the empty glass on a random table and attempting to brush the man off. 

"Ouch, you hurt my man pride! I'm wounded, I'm wounded!" He cried, collapsing dramatically on the floor to his knees. He giggled to himself, hiccups interrupting the sick laughter. "I bet you've grown quite comfortable in this position." 

Ebony restrained herself from whipping back a retort - she didn't want to get kicked out because of a sleaze ball. She continued to keep walking away, when a force pulled her foot back. Quickly, she grabbed onto the nearest table, coming face to face with the scarred wood. Her breaths were coming out faster, and she knew what she'd see when she'd look down at her ankle. Impatient, she glanced down. Her assumptions were correct: a man's gorilla like hand. 

Clumsily he clambered to his feet, letting go, stepping close to her and whispering in her ear. "How about you get on your knees for me tonight baby?" 

She snapped around. All she saw was red. "How about you go bury yourself you sick, sexist, sex hungry bastard?" She seethed, closing the small amount of space there'd been between them. He took one look at the vein popping on her forehead and chuckled, shaking with laughter. 

Thump. 

His laughter stopped when she punched him square in the jaw. The whole bar had gone silent, staring in awe and fear of the girl clenching her fist and screaming. "Women are not here to give you blow jobs, to satisfy your animalistic needs and they certainly are not here to fuck you raw! Go find your human decency and maybe then you won't need to beg to get laid."

The man wiped at the blood dripping from his nose, turning his eyes on her slowly. "You broke my nose." 

"That's me keeping myself 'under control', you pitiful excuse for a human being."

He roared, flinging himself at her. She tutted, and with ease she moved out of the way. He tumbled past her, colliding with a table where a bewildered Sam and Dean were sat, breaking their glasses with his face. She calmly walked up to him, picking him up by the scruff of his shirt and slamming his face onto the table. He groaned. 

"Hey!" A wavering voice shouted out, and Ebony spun around to see Louise trembling. "Get out or I'll call the cops!" 

Ebony looked down at the bruised black and blue her knuckles had become, some of them still remaining from her episode from her apartment. She tore her eyes from them quickly. This was minor, childs play compared to some things she'd done, but seeing Louise shake because of her, she felt guilt lay heavy at the bottom of her stomach. Her vendetta was against people who'd done wrong - she wasn't sure who them people were anymore. 

The man moaned on the floor again, curling himself into a ball. Her guilt vanished at the sight of him, the fire blazing once again. 

"C'mon Ebony, lets get out of here." Sam gently put a hand on her back, guiding her out of the room. As they walked past the whimpering man, she executed a swift kick to the gut. That made her feel slightly better. 

"This place is awesome!" Dean exclaimed, slurring his words. 

"I don't think we'd be allowed back," Ebony murmured sadly. 

"You won't be allowed back. Me on the other hand? They've just gained themselves a loyal customer." 

"Don't you think that's a bit inappropriate Dean?" Sam was surprisingly still sober, but a man of that height, Ebony thought it'd be quite difficult to get drunk. 

"Just because Ebony pounded one guy, well done by the way, doesn't mean I'm not going to deny myself a good beer." 

Ebony rolled her eyes at his antics, a small smile forming on her face. A door slammed open behind them, followed by rushed footsteps. None of them noticed, too busy paying attention to Dean as he sang the entire song of It's My Life by Bon Jovi. 

"Ebony!" A familiar voice rang out, and all three of them spun around. Rebecca was bent over, hands on her knees, with a slip of paper in her hand. "You forgot this." 

She frowned, taking the paper from Rebecca and curiously opening it. On it was a sting of numbers, followed by Rebeccas signature and a series of kisses. 

"Uh, I was hoping you weren't going to open it in front of an audience but okay, I'll go with the flow."   Rebecca twisted her hands together, fidgeting. Ebony found it adorable. "Call me, or text me, any time. Please say it's you otherwise I'll go all sweary ninja on your ass." Rebecca grinned, and with that said, scurried off back to her job. 

Carefully, she folded the paper and slid it into her back pocket, ignoring Dean's comments. They got to the Impala, the scratch on the door as vibrant as ever, and Ebony sat in the drivers seat. She wondered if she could drive them all to their doom, but shook it off as soon as the idea flew into her head. 

Waiting for the boys to get in the car, she pulled out her phone, smiling widely as she typed Rebecca's number into her contacts. Maybe things weren't as deary as they seemed after all.