I had an idea for a Teddy story where he learns some Very Important Lessons about love, sex and obsession. Here’s the first 1100 words or so.
Teddy was in the zone. Pulling pints, mixing drinks, garnishing and flirting with all of the pretty girls in their short summer dresses. The bar was especially busy tonight with it being the first night of San Francisco’s Fleet Week and packed with sailors and the women (and men) that liked them.
“I need a Guinness, two martinis, one wet one dry and a skinny pirate,” Lorraine said, grabbing a handful of maraschino cherries, eating them one by one.
Teddy quickly started making the drinks while Lorraine waited. “Don’t you have other tables to serve?” he asked, raising his voice over the noise in the bar.
“Why would I want to do that when I could stand here and watch you?” Lorraine gave him a saucy grin and leaned forward, putting her elbows up on the bar. Her efforts to give him a look down her top did not go unappreciated and Teddy returned her smile.
Ever since he’d started at this bar, Lorraine had been on his case, starting with gentle teasing about his height and then evolving to what else on him might be unusually … long. “You going to hit that?” Duncan had asked one night as they left the bar, headed back to their apartment close to the Auror Academy.
Teddy turned and looked at Lorraine walking down the pavement, her high heels clicking away on the cement. “Nah,” he said, shaking his head.
“Good, because I might,” Duncan said, nudging him with his elbow as they walked. “You’re too picky. What are you waiting for?”
Teddy frowned and shrugged, cheeks hot with embarrassment. “I don’t know. The right one, I guess?”
He set Lorraine’s drinks on her tray and gave her a little bow, earning a saucy wink in return. What am I waiting for? he thought, mechanically taking orders and serving drinks. Maybe I ought to take Lorraine up on her offer one of these nights. Ginny and Harry made sure that I know, erm, everything I need to.
He took advantage of a lull in the frenetic pace of the night, reveling in the lack of people shouting and waving money at him. Leaning back against the worktop, he screwed the cap off of an ice cold bottle of water, drinking half of it in one go.
Projecting an air of a harried bartender snatching a moment of quiet, he watched the crowd, keeping an eye out for anything that looked unusual, well aware that someone from the academy could be observing him right now. He and Duncan had been surprised when they’d learned that part of their Auror training would include a very mundane Muggle job.
“As Aurors, you need to be able to blend in anywhere,” Captain Roberts had said, looking at them all over his glasses. “You’ll spend three months at your assigned job—yes, Sutton?”
“Sir, will we still be attending training classes during this time?” Duncan asked, lowering his hand.
Captain Roberts sighed. “Yes, Sutton, you’ll still be expected to attend your classes. Now, as I was saying, you’ll spend three months …”
Raised voices above the roar in the bar attracted his attention and he subtly adjusted the shape of his right ear to better catch the sounds. A sailor in his whites and a young lady seemed to be having a heated discussion and Teddy slung a rag over his shoulder, gathering up empty glasses in front of the couple.
“All right?” he asked, nodding at their mostly empty glasses. “Can I get you any refills?”
The sailor looked at him, clearly disgruntled at his inconvenient interruption and gave a curt shake of his head. The girl gave Teddy a smile and nodded. “Can I get another rum and coke?” she asked.
“I thought we were—” the sailor started, only to be interrupted by Teddy once more.
“One rum and coke coming right up,” he said, pulling down a bottle from the top shelf behind him. “You sure you don’t want anything, sailor?”
“No, thanks.” He shot the girl a pointed look at turned away, losing himself in the surge of bodies.
“Thank you,” she said quietly, holding out a twenty dollar bill to him.
Teddy waved it off. “No worries, yeah? Be careful.”
“I’m going to call it a night. Maybe tomorrow will bring better sailors ashore.” She gave him a lingering look and he raised an eyebrow, ignoring the impatient man waving at him. She shrugged and stood up, leaving her drink untouched. Teddy watched until she left, checking to make sure that sailor boy left her alone before finally turning to the man waving the money in his face.
For the rest of the night, Teddy stayed in his groove as the horde of sailors and their admirers slowly dwindled, bracing himself for the final push when he rang the bell for last call. He was in the middle of trying to make three drinks with only two hands when he caught the fresh scent of the sea.
He loaded up Lorraine’s tray and looked up, nose twitching as he searched for the source of that heady scent. That smells almost just like James, he thought, eyes moving methodically over the crowd. He was in the middle of pulling a pint when he saw her, letting the beer slop over his hand.
She looked just the way he remembered with those glorious sea glass green eyes and long tumble of brown hair. A strange prickling sensation traveled down from the top of his head to his fingertips, raising all of the small hairs on his arms. He had a moment where he was sure his hair was changing color and he focused, concentrating on keeping it his usual sandy brown.
“Hey,” he said, trying his hands off on a bar rag. “You’re just in time for last call. What can I get you?”
Marella smiled at him, sending another wave of prickles down his body. “Och, Teddy, is it? You’re looking well these days.”
Heat rose to his cheeks and he worked to contain the blush. “Yes. Marella, right?” he said, hoping he didn’t sound as fake a he felt. There was no way he’d ever forget the name attached to those mesmerizing eyes and dazzling smile.
“Aye, it’s sweet of ye to remember me,” she said, her low voice managing to carry perfectly over the rumble of bar patrons desperately trying to get one last drink before heading out into the Indian summer night. “Can ye make me a rum and coke before ye have to shut down?”
“Rum and coke, coming right up,” he said, embarrassed to be caught staring at her like a deer in the headlights. He set the drink down in front of her, waving away her money “On the house.” Where do selkies even get money? he wondered as he turned way to serve the other patrons.
By the time he had another opportunity to look for her again, she was gone, leaving behind an empty glass and a lingering scent of the wild sea.