Drink to that

4:30 am, and Club DS was starting to empty; Not that Patricia 'Tricia' Isiah and Connie Maheswaran cared at the moment, having the two bartenders' undivided attention...

They were regulars of Daniel Zeke and Steven Universe, the bartenders, and co-owners of 'Club DS,' as well as their unofficial taste testers of new cocktails.

Like every Thursday, Friday, and Saturday for the last three months.

Tricia and Connie didn't flaunt or abuse that fact, of course. It wasn't like they claimed special seats at the bar or called them by both given and pet names (they did).

Convince the boys to come out from behind the bar (they did).

Share some dances with them and let them behind the counter and learn how to pour drinks with them (they did).

It did happen, and neither of them was complaining.

'Though, getting tips was nice.' Connie would admit.

The memory of Steven tutoring her in the art of drink shaking. His hand on hers. A playful, blushing face appeared on her features as the scene invaded her mind.

"What are you thinking about?" Steven asked with a cocksure grin, "with that red face?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" She grinned, " and my face's red cause I'm hot."

Steven's black brow arched as his brown eyes looked over her outfit. A cobalt sleeveless fishnet crop top vest. Matching visor hat on top of her raven ponytail shadowing her raven eyes in enticing mystery. Black high-waisted overalls shorts and a pair of black ankle fold-over booties.

"You're hot." He smirked.

"That's what I said."

"Not what I meant." He leaned over, closer.

"And what do you mean?" She purred as she rested her chin on her right palm.

Before he could answer, two shot glasses filled with a yellowish liquid slid towards them.

"You two looked thirsty," Danny smirked as Patricia giggled.

"You would know, wouldn't you, bro." Steven bit back, "worked up a bit of a thirst with Tricia over there earlier on the floor."

Tricia circled her finger around the lip of her glass. Her bespectacled, heterochromia eyes of west mocha and east hazel gazed at Danny, discreetly admiring his tall, dark skin, black thick long twist hairstyle, and a faded beard.

Danny kissed his teeth but didn't answer, opting to take a drink.

"Hmm... Sweet, but not bad." Steven commented, taking a second sip of the mysterious cocktail.

"Can't give me more than that?"

Steven shrugged, "It's fruity?"

"Noticeably fruity." Connie added, taking a sip, "not bad, though. I would appreciate a bit of a harder kick."

"At least that's a bit more opinionated." Danny appreciated, "what do you think, Tricia, something you'd drink?"

Tricia nodded as she gulped the liquid down.

'Oh, wow, good.' She mused, feeling her face warned up.

"It's smooth and relaxing; it doesn't sit on your chest and warms you when it goes down…." She grinned," but you know what's the best part?"

"I made it?" Danny winked at her, getting a tongue-biting grin from Tricia.

"You're cute."

"That's not a no."

"No." Tricia finished her drink, "I suppose it's not." 

She slid her glass with the others to Danny, waiting for the next drink to try.

"So, what's the best part?" Steven asked her.

"The best part?"

 She grinned, looking at Danny, "It's so Fro~ooty."

"Philistines," Danny stated as he looked at her laughing inebriated face. 'She's stunning.'

A tan front bow sweetheart bustier top under a darker tan crop jacket with a gentle form-fitting double split skirt the color of forest green. 

A burgundy-brown turban head-wrap sat on top of her hip-length, kinky, flowing black hair with a face-framing, chin-length swoop bang. 

Plump lips coated in the same mocha of her skin. Patricia was the definition of beauty.

He was enamored, as much as his friend was with the equally beautiful Connie.

With a shake of his head, he prepared his next concoction.

"Speaking of drinks, isn't it kind of irresponsible letting a patron play bartender?" Tricia gave Steven a faux heated look and received a chin-rubbing chuckle in response.

"They loved her enough to tip my little apprentice. Besides, it gave Danny some time to enjoy himself. I see that as a win-win situation."

"Also a reason for you to hold her, I presume."

"Win times three." Steven chuckled before his brown gaze turned to the other woman.

"Speaking of, where did you put those tips? I don't see any pockets on ya, Ni."

"Woman wonder secret," Connie gave a fox-like grin, "can't tell ya."

"What, you put it in your bra?"

The two women looked at each other and gave him a confident sneer, "Pasties, no bra."

It was humorous watching Steven fight to keep his eyes aligned with their own.

"So that's..."

"No support, all-natural perks." Connie bit her tongue in a grin.

Working the pectorals helps." Tricia tacked on.

"You're lying." Steven accused, looking at Connie.

"Am I now?" She leaned toward, chin on the back of her left hand.

"I've seen both lacy and sport bra straps on you before." he moved closer, mirroring her.

"Never said I didn't wear bras."

Connie flirted with a tiny lip lick," But it's nice to confirm you watch me."

"You are a spectacle." Steven admitted, "Notably below the waist."

"Thought I felt my ass burning when I was dancing with that other guy."

"Just making sure they kept their hands in a respectable position."

"And looking like a pit bull ready to snap." Danny inferred with a laugh, pouring the four of them a darker, nearly wood brown drink.

“What’s this, Cognac?” Connie swirled her drink, watching it get a bit darker.

“That’s the base of the drink,” Danny smirked, "a little Coconut Rum, a bit of Durian Juice, some Chocolat Liqueur, some Crème de cassis, some Vodka, and some Johnny Walker black label. I call it the G-7."

"The G-7, huh?" Steven chuckled before preparing to drink up the mixture.

"Eh!" Danny shook his glass, stirring the liquor in a demonstration.

Steven arched his brows and did the same before gulping it down.

-Koff!-

"Ooh!" He breathed, hitting his chest under his midnight button-up, "That's some sweet and sour firewater there." He nodded his black curly, rat-tailed head, "Got a kiss like an angel and a kick like a mule."

Steven handed his glass to Danny, asking for another.

"Is it really that good?" Connie wondered before gulping her drink in one go, "F~uck! That…" She shook her head, putting the glass down.

"Too much kick for you, Connie?"  Danny taunted, resting his glass by his lips.

"Fuck Yeah." She wheezed heatedly, "Would you make this for your girlfriend?"

Before Danny could answer, Tricia took his glass from his hand and gulped his drink. Straight from where Danny's lips were.

"Yes." She answered Connie before taking her drink and looking at him, "and she would love it." She put the glass down with a slight thump and a bright fire cheek smirk at Danny before sashaying out the door, briskly and scantily inviting. 

'Go, Tricia.' Steven and Connie thought before turning to Danny with matching smirks.

"Uh…" Danny clapped his hands jointly, " Steven….Connie." He blinked as he pointed the direction Tricia went, slowly walking toward that direction, "you and your protogé babe got the clean-up...So...Yeah." 

He didn't wait for an answer as he leaped over the bar and headed out of the club and after Tricia.

"Shit," Connie said, smirking, "about time they made a move." Connie laid her head on the table, "mind me sleeping in the back. A bit too tired and drunk to drive."

Steven smirked before coming from behind the counter and helping her up from her seat, "Come on, I'll take ya home." He offered his arm, which she took appreciatively.

"Yours..or Mine." She teasingly, tiredly purred, permitting herself to be led towards the exit before getting a text from Tricia, "oh." She giggled.

"What's up?" 

"You...Have a comfy couch at your place?" A sheepish giggled car from her lips.

"A pull-out…" Seven flashed a grin as he locked the door of the club behind him, "but…." 

He stood up and bent to her ear as he opened the passenger seat of his car.

 "The queen-size mattress is much better for the back." He whispered closely,  chuckling with a bit of pride, seeing her jaw dropped, tongue rolling behind her bottom lip," You can have that." 

 "...Or…"  she started as she sat in her seat.

"Or?"

Connie kissed the corner of his bearded lip as soon as he settled in the driver seat, ready to take off. 

 "We can share." 

"Umm..."He bobbed his head with a silly grin on his face, "yeah…."

"Yeah." Connie sensually snickered as they snuggled a bit closer, smirking at his red face, wide-eyed, lip-bit look. 

'Adorable.' She thought as they pulled off.