A/N Hey everyone! Sorry, I noticed that in the last chapter I switched into first person. I edited it and moved it back to third person. Anyway, hope you're enjoying the story. Thank you for reading, voting, and commenting! I'd love to know what you're thinking!

"I'm Rachel," Rachel pushed closer to Wreck than she needed to be. She had even moved her arms so that her chest stuck out even more. Wreck glanced down at her assets but all guys did and even most girls so that didn't mean anything. Michael berated himself mentally. There was no way he wasn't into her. She was beautiful, feisty, and perfect.

"What's your name?" Wreck asked just as Michael turned to leave. He had been just about to go get a drink by himself to give them time because he was nothing if not a great wingman. 

"He's Michael," Rachel answered for him, which she did often. Michael never had minded until at that moment. He had wanted to speak for himself.

"Hey Mike," Wreck held his hand out and Michael shook it. It was rough compared to the smoothness of his own. His hand tingled where they touched and he never wanted to let go. 

"He hates being called Mike." Rachel stepped between them causing their hands to separate. She hugged Wreck. "Thank you so much for your help out there."

Wreck's blue eyes met Michael's over Rachel's head. "My pleasure." Michael blushed like a schoolgirl. 

Rachel stepped back and rubbed at her left earring with her thumb and finger. It was a clear sign for Michael to make himself scarce. It was generally welcomed but right then he wanted to pretend not to notice. 

"I'll go get our drinks." He volunteered. "What would you like Wreck?"

"Please let me." Wreck put a hand on each of their backs and pushed them to the bar. "I love your hair." He whispered to Michael. "Very sexy with that vest." 

Rachel was dancing to the music and he knew she hadn't heard it. Michael felt guilty but he had never met someone worth risking his truth for except for Narnia man and honestly he knew that he would never actually meet him. Michael decided to take the leap. 

"You have a pretty face. I mean, I um" Michael tried to flirt but realized that he didn't actually know how to. He had assumed it would just come to him naturally. He was wrong. Wreck smiled at him. He was a good four inches taller than Michael's six-foot frame. 

"I mean I like your everything." Michael looked away and Rachel burst out laughing as she saw a guy slip on the dance floor, pulling a girl down with him. Michael was blushing deeply and tried to hide it by laughing with her. 

"Are you feeling okay?" She touched his cheek that was burning up. "You look flushed."

"Nothing a drink can't fix." Wreck offered as they finally got to the overcrowded bar. "A martini for the lady and a-" He looked at Michael waiting for his order.

"Long Island Iced Tea," Rachel answered for him. "And, I'll have the same." She rolled her eyes at Michael, she loved guys, but she did not accept a man making her choices for her. "I'm going to dance."

"Stay close." Michael leaned down as she stepped up to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"Don't let this guy waste too much of your time." She whispered back. "Also, don't drink too much without me!"

"She's fun," Wreck said as they watched Rachel shimmy her way through people to the very middle of the crowd. By the time she was there she had a guy on each side of her and was dancing perfectly to the music.

"Yeah, she's the best." Michael responded as he watched closely to make sure no one got too close. When he saw that she had found a couple of guys from their general math class he felt better. They were decent guys, but they all liked her enough to be nice. He turned back to Wreck as he held out a drink.

"What is this?" Michael asked him. The drink was blue on the bottom, red on the top, and slowly mixing into a purple color. 

"I figured you might like to try something new." Wreck clinked a matching glass to Michael's. "Maybe more than just a drink."

Michael choked on his first sip, not because of the alcohol. Wreck had ran his finger down Michael's arm in a way that people didn't normally touch him. "Uh, it's good."

"My favorite." Wreck smiled and Michael noticed that his left incisor was sharper than the right. It made him think of a vampire. He wanted to feel that tooth scrape against his skin. "It's called "Shipwreck"."

"Is your name really Wreck?" Michael asked as he took another drink and tried to not stare at the gorgeous man in front of him. 

"It is." Wreck leaned down so that his lips were practically on Michael's ear. "I'd love to show you why." A chill shot down Michael's spine.

"It's because he wrecked my body!" A woman that was obviously his mother yelled from behind the bar. "Get to work!" She tossed a rag that smacked Wreck directly in the middle of his face. 

"I'm sorry about the old bat." Wreck said with an eye roll and smile towards his mom.  "Mrs. Ship is grumpy and old because she never was able to lose those pregnancy pounds."

Micheal was mortified. He would never even consider thinking something like that about his mother, let alone say it in public no less. 

"Sweetie," The woman came around the bar to wrap her fingers under Michael's chin. "You are far too pretty and nice to be around my whore of a son. You better go before he gives you an STD just from looking at you dirty."

"Uh, I better go." Michael was beyond uncomfortable. "Sorry."

"Shipwreck, the drink and my love life." Wreck winked at Michael. "She's just upset because my last boyfriend happened to be the old bartender and well it didn't end well."

"He was the perfect employee!" Mrs. Ship winked and Michael finally understood that they really were just teasing each other. He still had no idea what to do or say, but they weren't about to start trying to kill each other. "Intelligent, punctual, easy on the eyes." She fluttered her eyelashes wistfully.

"I'm your son!" Wreck wiped down a couple of benches before they were taken by new people. "And don't worry. I found a new one."

"A new son?" She grinned ear to ear. "Thank you. I knew there was a reason I let you live."

"No!" Wreck tossed the towel at her. "Mike. He's starting tomorrow."

"Really?" Mrs. Ship and Wreck both looked at Michael with equal looks of desperation and surprise. "I thought you had forgotten about your promise."

"No. He's here tonight to see how it is and to do paperwork." Wreck gave Michael a pleading smile that he couldn't say no to. 

"Yes," Michael nodded his head too strongly. "Thank you for this opportunity."

"No screwing my son." Mrs. Ship looked between them and sighed. "In the bar at least."

"I'm not gay." Michael shot out like he always did. He had planned for moments like that far too often. He wanted to kick himself. He could have been honest. They clearly wouldn't have cared.

Wreck and his mom looked at each other, shrugged, and then looked back at Michael. He smiled back at them awkwardly. 

"Teach the poor boy how to lie," Mrs. Ship gave her son's shoulder a firm squeeze. "Lord knows you're far too good at it."

"Yes, ma'am." Wreck winked at her and she walked off. He sighed and leaned against Michael, relieved. "Thank you so much."

"For what?" Michael was more confused than he ever had been before and he had only had two sips of his drink. 

"For taking the job and trying to lie. How about we go to the backroom and," Wreck wiggled his eyebrows, "talk."

"About what?" Rachel asked as she joined them.

"Michael is going to start working here." Wreck grabbed Michael's arm and pulled him away from a stunned Rachel.