Author's Note: Baron does not belong to me, he is the sole property of the tiktoker @twistedhollow
"Come On, it'll be fun! You need a night out!" "Come to the nightclub they said, it'll be fun they said..." The music of the nightclub thumped and pulsed as the music swirled around Angel's head like an angry swarm of hornets. She danced with a few people, both male and female, but now she needed a break and a drink. She stepped up to the bar and ordered a passion Mai Tie. As she waited for her drink, a couple caught her eye across the bar. He had long dark hair and his face was covered in shadow. His partner had long dark shoulder length hair and dark blue eyes that caught the lights of the club and made them sparkle like gemstones. The male moved his hair back and she caught his eye. They were white.....his eyes were pure white, 'Nice contacts' She thought.
The bartender put her drink in front of her and she thanked him, tipping him a twenty and moved off towards the small couches. She moved through the crowd and once she finally made it to the couches, she took a seat. She wore a pair of skin tight jeans and a dark purple halter top that stopped above her navel, showing off her toned stomach, save for a large scar. An accident from long ago. Her long dark hair was pulled back in a French braid and hung down her back.
She sat back and sighed gently, her nails clinking against the glass as she took a long pull off of the drink and then set it down on the small table near her left hand. As she settled back, a dark stranger sat down on her right and his arm bumped against hers. He wore a dark colored button down, a mask and a dark beanie. What caught her attention was his eyes, they were dark brown and held annoyance and.....anger? She looked away from him as he looked her way, trying to ignore the burning in her cheeks, embarrassment? She blamed it on the alcohol in her system. Or was it lust?
She picked up her drink and took a sip, looking over the couples dancing on the floor and felt the pang of jealousy. She downed her drink and stood slowly, moving through the crowd, not realizing that the one who had sat next to her watched her leave. As she moved through the crowd towards the entrance of the club, a male stepped into her path, making her stop. He was at least six feet three and probably close to two fifty. "Excuse me." She went to step around him and he moved into her path again, "Well hey there beautiful, why don't you have a dance with me." "No thanks." "Aww what's wrong, am I to good for you?" Angel looked him up and down and let out a bark of a laugh, "To good? Ha! As if! Baby I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole. How about you go home to the wife and kid you have instead of getting wasted here."
"You little bitch! How dare you!" He went to swing at her and a rough voice sounded behind her over the music. "There a problem here?" She turned, it was the male from the couch. The other male swallowed and straightened a bit, his voice a bit slurred, "No, we were just leaving." He reached for Angel who went to push him back when the male behind her spoke up, louder this time, "Hey! You deaf? She said no. Get the hell out of here." The male pushed the one behind Angel, who stumbled and moved out of the way, quickly, "Mind your..." The first male didn't get to finish his sentence before the male with the mask laid him out on the floor.
The masked male stood back up and looked over at Angel who looked at him and thumbed towards the door. They made their way outside as the bouncers took care of the one on the floor. The masked male stretched and stepped out into the warm summer night, "You didn't have to do that, I had it handled." Angel looked at him, "But thank you." The masked one looked at her before speaking, his voice muffled behind the mask. "No means no, even I understand that. And you're welcome." They stood in silence for a bit longer before Angel moved towards a lot near the nightclub were her car was parked. The male watched her before following, not wanting her to get into any more trouble. She stopped and let him catch up, which wasn't hard, he was much taller than her. They fell in stride with one another and quickly crossed the street and moved over to her car, a classic 1968 cobalt blue with white racing stripes, Shelby Mustang GT 500 427.
The male's eyes widened and she smirked, she got a lot of the same reaction with everyone. "Yeah, she gets that alot" she unlocked the car and opened the door, starting her up, letting him hear the roar. She stood up and looked up as he handed her something, a smirk behind the dark brown eyes as he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Give me a call some time baby doll, then we can have some real fun." He turned on his heel and left the lot, walking down the street as she looked in her hand, it was a number and a name. "Baron" She smirked and looked off in the direction he walked, 'I think we'll meet again soon.'
