Drake starts his day out at his bar.
He is confident that he’ll be able to finally make one of the more complicated drink mixes.
The consistency and color looks correct as he pours the mix into his glass.
He takes one sip and immediately feels ill.
“Blah!” he spits the mixture out all over the bar. “That tasted like diarrhea medication!” He says out loud.
Drake doesn’t allow his bad mix to discourage him. He knows what he needs to do.
He hops on the subway and goes to the book store.
Moments later, he emerges with a brand new mixology book; determined to conquer this skill.
Destiny leaves work as Drake begins his work shift.
After a quick change of clothes, Destiny runs to the subway to meet Tom.
She exits the subway without incident; once again happy that she didn’t get mugged.
Destiny runs the rest of the way to the club. She doesn’t want Tom to think that she has stood him up.
Destiny walks into the lobby of the Banzai Lounge, but doesn’t immediately see Tom as he walks in behind her.
“Looking for me gorgeous?” Tom asks.
Destiny turns and smiles when she sees him.
“I thought I might have gotten here too late,” Destiny answers.
“I wouldn’t have left, especially if I knew you were going to be looking so good,” Tom says.
Destiny is flattered although she knows she shouldn’t feed into Tom’s flirting. Still, she responds with a big smile, “Thank you!”
Tom’s eyes goes where most men’s eyes go when they meet Destiny. This makes Destiny uncomfortable.
Destiny clears her throat, “So…are you ready to go inside?”
“What’s the hurry? We could go back to my place where we can talk, um…business in private,” Tom says.
Destiny is again uncomfortable. “I was actually looking forward to coming here to the lounge. Let’s just go upstairs,” she responds.
Destiny leads the way, walking right past the bouncer.
The lounge is pretty empty. Destiny is grateful. She doesn’t want news of her meeting with Tom to get back to Drake and she definitely doesn’t want the paparazzi taking incriminating photos.
Destiny’s eyes go straight to the bubble bar. She could definitely stand to spend some time there to ease her nerves.
She sits down and grabs the bubble nozzle.
One inhale on the nozzle and Destiny already feels a little lightheaded.
Tom finally comes upstairs. “I thought you had left,” Destiny tells him.
“You think too much,” Tom criticizes.
“Thank you,” she says although she knows that it was not a compliment.
Tom sits down in an empty chair. “Take it easy on the bubbles, before you get yourself in trouble,” Tom warns.
“I’m a big girl, I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time,” she says, although her head is spinning as she tries to stand. “Let’s dance,” she says when she finally regains her balance.
Tom follows as Destiny leads him to the dance floor. He begins to undress her with his eyes, but the bubbles have relaxed Destiny and she doesn’t mind so much.
Their eyes meet. There is no denying their attraction to each other.
“You’re a pretty good dancer,” Destiny says as they dance.
“You know what they say about guys who are great dancers,” Tom says suggestively.
“Actually I don’t,” Destiny answers.
“I could show you better than I can tell you,” he answers.
“No thanks,” Destiny says continuing to dance.
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