Just a Hair Stylist - Chris Evans story \\✔️

Chapter sixteen

Dolled up in heels, a pair of skin tight jeans, and a shimmering silver cami, you couldn't help but

laugh to yourself as you and your friends filed in the downstairs door at The Viper Room, Chris'

little digs replaying in the back of your mind. You and your friends were waved the cover charge,

earning your hand stamps from your DJ friend's guest list. Squeezing in and lining along the bar,

you bought the first round of shots to start the party portion of your friend's birthday off right. The

second shot toasted your new job as Frank Grillo's personal hairstylist and your Kingdom contract.

After a lot of laughs and a few drinks, your group moved upstairs to dance the night away. The

room was pretty crowded, the colored spotlights cut through the dark club while you made your

way to the stage to let your DJ friend know you had arrived. Greeted with a peck on the cheek,

your evening's emcee, Tony, gave you his headphone free ear while you two shouted a small

conversation back and forth behind the turntables and your friends danced below. You let Tony

polish off the last of the drink you'd brought up from downstairs as trade for a song request and

you got another friendly kiss and hug before you left him.

Down on the dance floor with your party, you all hooted and wailed at Tony's shoutout for your

friend, Annalise and her 33rd birthday. Your former across the hall neighbor from your original LA

apartment, she was one of the first friends you made when you moved out to LA. She'd moved out

to 29 Palms with her Marine Corps husband two years ago, but you still got together now and again

for girls nights and mutual friends' parties. Her husband, Rob, and a couple other significant others

rounded out your large group and kept the random bar flotsam at bay for you ladies flying solo.

The waitress wandering the floor had eventually gotten fresh drinks in everyone's hands. The heat

of the room and dancing put a glisten of sweat on everyone's skin and flashes from selfies spotted

eyes. There was a bit of a sing-a-long as Tony let Sweet Disposition run from the end of a mix.

Bouncing on your toes, drinks held high, you and a few of your friends serenaded Annalise,

promising that you wouldn't 'stop till it's over'. You felt a hand slide across the small of your back

and you turned, fully prepared to be offended and knee some guy in the nuts, barely catching a shot

of blue light swiping over the face in the dim room to see Chris smiling at you.

"Holy shit," you said, craning to his ear to be heard as he gave you a quick hug. "I thought you

were some asshole trying to cop a feel."

"Nah," he smirked, with a slight head shake and turning down to your ear. "I'm the asshole trying

to cop a feel."

You put your arms around his neck and laughed. He held you tightly to him for a long moment

and, just before he let you go, both hands slid down from your waist, each grabbing a handful of