“What’s your name?”
She looked up from the drink she was pouring, analyzing the owner of the voice critically. The voice had been deep and rich, totally at odds with its owner. He was tall, of the golden boy image: the high school jock that everyone loves, but is usually the biggest wimp known to man. On the danger meter, he rated “Harmless.”
“I asked you what your name is,” he growled, grabbing her wrist when she didn't respond. Beer sloshed from the mug she held as he ground her bones together. New estimate: “Harmless to immortals.”
Just as she was about to send electricity down her arm to zap the boy, rough hands landed on his shoulders and jerked him away from the bar. She couldn’t really see who her “rescuer” was through the crowd, but she knew that he would be back. Human men usually wanted females to acknowledge their prowess in protecting the “weaker sex.” She shrugged, unworried. This happened sometimes. It didn’t bother her anymore. She continued to take orders and flirt with the customers as the situation warranted.
“Are you all right?” The voice was deep, rather rough, and made her jerk hard enough to slosh cold beer down her front. She didn’t turn, hoping, and praying to all the Gods of all the Pantheons she knew that the person behind her wasn’t whom she thought it was… that it wasn’t him.
“Atty?” The voice deepened further with his concern. Slowly, she turned…and stared into the hunter green eyes of the man she hated. The stupid part was that her heart actually stopped beating for a moment when her eyes caught on his tall, muscled physique. He wore a glamour so the humans couldn’t see his antlers, but he was still gorgeous. Danger meter rating: “Get the hell outta there! Fast!”
She couldn’t, of course. That would show weakness, as if he had power over her. No, this was her place, her job. She would not be chased away from it by some sun-loving, lying, gorgeous, dastardly, lily-sniffing, sexy, innocence-stealing bastard! She noticed that the glasses on the shelves above her were shaking slightly, so she took a deep breath to calm herself. She didn’t need to cause another disaster because of this man. She really didn’t.
“What do you want, Phaunos?” Her voice and face were carefully blank; she made sure by glancing sideways at the mirror behind the bar. No way in hell was she going to give this rainbow-bright dew-sucker a single emotion to prey on.