The Gift of a Curse

Alicia smiled in apology as she brought the drink to the girl at the end of the bar. “From the gentleman over there.”

The raised eyebrow was enough for the question to get across. The girl rolled her eyes and took the drink. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this.” She headed over to the lone guy at the bar.

She hadn’t taken a sip by the time she got to him. On the other hand, well over half the eyes in the bar had watched her every move as she’d walked. She stopped just short of him, and looked him up and down.