"Urggh! For the umpteenth time I don't need a heiress by my side. Don't you seem to get the picture "Kendrick bellowed in a rage at his parents before stumping on the stairs and slamming the door behind him.

He was tired of his father fixing dates for him or his mother reminding him of how he needs a heiress to take over the family business by his side while they were gone. He remembered his last two dates with first, the only daughter to the CEO, Empire records.

"You're such a snob, you little son of a bitch.", the girl with the seemingly goofy smile said after what looked a half hour of utter silence. Not utter silence, he corrected himself, for out of the 700 words that were said during the date, only 50 came from him. And she was virtually spitting on him with every word that came out of her uncontrollably rattling voice box. He just stood up, paid the bills and walked out on her, leaving her dazed.

The other, well- didn't go down as much as expected. This one, the daughter of an Italian mogul, was quite pretty (not that he had eyes on her or something) and had a captivating smile but he knew she wasn't his type.

"I've had girls like you before. I realized in the end that they weren't worth the while, you inclusive", he had pointed out blatantly.

"Well, poor you", she had drawled her reply in her rich Italy accent. "You've got to stick with it, because your parents have hooked it up with mine. And you wouldn't want to break ties with a Italian god. You and I know what can become of your little, fragile and over pampered life". He was enraged, his ego was crushed but he kept his cool as his taut lips broke into a smirk. He stood up to go, placed a freshly mint hundred dollar bill on the table then his grin became more prominent.

"Keep the change. You'll need it on your way home ", he said and walked out of the restaurant.
He couldn't imagine what had become of this generation. God, I
need to clear my head, he thought to himself and grabbed his gym bag. He was going for a few hours of swimming till his lungs hurt like hell. Then he'd hit the treadmill. He wasn't sure and was still having a hard time making up his mind on what to do. He threw the gym bag into the back seat of his Rolls Royce, got behind the wheel and drove off to wherever his gasoline could take him.

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"Patra! Get in here now! Get here this instant or I'll have your head". The head bartender barked at Cleopatra. A rather petite girl with long graceful legs and dark hair that was packed up into a bun and tucked into a hairnet walked out of the kitchen to the bar. She had blue sapphire eyes and small yet full pink lips and long eyelashes that any guy could kill for.

"Take off those dirty apron you have on. And the hairnet too". The head bartender, a lady who looked 24 or 25 instructed a d Patra quickly obeyed, getting rid of the apron and hairnet and neatly placing them in the gantry room. She came out of the room, revealing a lush of killer curves. She was on a pair of jeans, a long sleeved plain blue top and a pair of flats as well as stud earrings. She quickly got rid of that one too, replacing them with dangling ones.

"You're fine, non?", the lady asked.

"Oui", she smiled and replied.
The door to the bar flung open and a guy with jet black hair in a lazy fashion walked inside. He's GAWD, to die for, she thought. His eyes locked on hers and she looked away, flushed. He approached the bar table.

"A shot of tequila. Iced. ", he barked and she frowned. All admiration she had for him suddenly washed off her face and disgust filled it instead. She carried on cleaning the bar table, totally ignoring the fact that there was a living being other than her in the vicinity.

"Are you deaf or something. Didn't you hear what I just said?", he scowled and she rolled her eyes.

"When you become more polite, then I will get you your drink", she said rather ticked off.
Kendrick was taken aback. He didn't expect a bartender to be as rude as the girl standing across the table. But he liked that once in awhile, an independent, sharp, witty girl who would tick him off and at the same time drive him crazy with her looks. It wasn't until now that he realized that she was quite attractive with blue eyes that glistened in the lights and full pink lips that had actually drawn her to him. Those lips, sharp and witty, wagging out cutting remarks at anybody that deserved it. You sure deserved one of that, he gave himself a mental smack on the head. This time he smiled.

"My bad. I wasn't in the mood at the moment. I'm sorry. Please, I'd like a shot of tequila, iced". Patra rolled her eyes again. "Very well then", she finally said and served him.

"I'm Kendrick- Kendrick Stones, by the way", he said and did not regret it until the minute he realized it had come out of his lips. Shit! he said to himself as she glare at him.

"I didn't ask for your name and I certainly don't want to know who you are ", she remarked, cutting him off.

At least, couldn't you be nice for once, he wanted to say. "Sorry 'bout that too. But can I at least have your name?", She ignored him. He threw up his hands in frustration. Why was he having such a bad day? First, a date issue gone wrong, then swimming gone wrong and now, a conversation gone wrong. Very helpful for clearing your head, Kendrick. Very helpful. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

"Come on, it wouldn't hurt to have your name ", he pleaded and was surprised at his actions. "Sorry, but I don't give names to strangers", she finally replied.

"Hey!", the lady called her and Patra scurried off and left Kendrick to drink alone.

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It wasn't until after an hour that Kendrick finally gave up waiting for the pretty bartender and left for home. He would stop by to have a drink once in awhile, he decided. He dropped his bill and a note before leaving.

Patra sighed and came out of the kitchen when she was sure that he was out of sight. "What took you so long in there", the lady berated. "Sorry aunt, it was Curtis, trust me, he always has one complication with food or the other". She told her. Her aunt sighed as she walked to the bar table. She took the money he left on the table and read the note.

Keep the tip.
And my contact
01-5743-609

She scoffed as she squeezed his note, dropping it into the wastebasket. She packed her bags, apron and hairnet and signalled to her aunt, the head bartender.

"I need to go home now. Roderic would be back from piano lessons by now and I wouldn't want uncle, him or you to starve to death by the time you get home". The lady, Deborah, nodded and Patra left the restaurant through the exit door at the kitchen, then loosened her bun to reveal long black curly hair. She continued walking, taking the subways and finally made it home.