Don't Mess with Charlie

Charlie

The man who’d been heckling Jasmine stood up. He was tall. Probably a couple inches over six feet. He took a step closer to me, forcing me to crane my neck to look up at him. I knew this move. He was trying to take the power from me by reminding me which one of us was smaller than the other.

He was the one making the mistake. I didn’t back down from anyone regardless of their size.

“How about you just go get me a drink, sweet lips?”

Barf. Sweet lips? Who the fuck said ‘sweet lips’ anymore?

People were looking at us now. The music had gotten a little quieter and the only people who weren’t looking at us were those deep in drunken conversations.

I maintained my position with my arms crossed. “You have violated one of the very few rules at this establishment. I will not ask you again. Get out of my club.”

“Your club?”

“You heard me.”

He scoffed and looked around. “Oh come on. There’s no way a pretty little thing like you runs a place like this.”

“And why’s that?”

He leaned in clo