bittersweet

chapter one

the thick aroma of smoke filled the club, exhilarating every drunken person. the air seemed heated as bodies brushed past each other in a sexual inviting manner.

David bowie laid his profile low, in a corner booth with just himself and his whiskey. his eyes scanned every women in the club, he was desperate for some sexual interaction, since Angie practically kicked him out after a reckless argument. so he was an emotional wreck. his brown shades hid his tired eyes, and his orange hair hung messy on his head. he looked carelessly attractive even when he feels awfully unappealing.
sensual saxophone echoed around the jazz bar, and David laid his head against the booth couch and clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, trying to release any sort of mental strain he has been dealing with these past horrific weeks with Angie.
he may be a successful rockstar, but since he quit being Ziggy nearly two years ago, he has been treated a burden towards his manic wife ever since. he often thought that Angie married Ziggy rather than himself. he was becoming miserable and he couldn't keep up with 'Ziggy's energy' so he took the role of the conservative 'Thin White Duke' to justify his depression into a character which people have become to love.

he downed his whiskey in one sufficient gulp, and eyed the lively scene before him. a few women caught his eye as he also caught their eyes, but he didn't entertain the potential interaction with them. however, he couldn't ignore the strong feels of desperation of release he felt throughout his stomach, he couldn't care whoever he slept with he just needed someone quickly.

"finished with your glass sir?" a young, fresh waitress chirped up, grinning down to David, showing no recognition to the rockstar.
David, studied her whole body carefully as she stood innocently in-front of him. a tight white shirt hugged her body, her breasts slightly on show due to the top buttons being undone. a black mini skirt tucked securely on her ass, complimenting her curves tremendously. her appearance practically made David drool in his seat and he shifted awkwardly below her before opening his mouth.
"yes thank you love. i'll have another."
she nodded almost instantly, and her light brownish hair shaped her doll face beautifully.
she swiftly picked up his glass and swayed her way to the bar, leaning over the table with her ass sticking out. David couldn't help but stare hungrily, sexual thoughts dominated his mind. he imagined fucking her ass senseless over the counter, griping her throat, making tears of joy stream out of her pretty little blue eyes. he couldn't contain himself, he hadn't fucked anyone in weeks and he became sensitive to any interaction he had. he felt blood rush to his groin, shit was he this easy to be turned on.

his imagination came to a sudden halt when she appeared before him again, "hear you go sir. just shout me if you need anything else." before she could disappear again he took the chance, "i was wondering if you want to have a quick drink with me. you could do with a quick break from the constant serving." david mentally slapped himself from the abnormal question and looked at her awaitingly.
her smile grew widely and she sighed, "i would love to, my feet are killing me." and she suddenly sat crossing her bare legs over each other, with her skirt riding up rather high on her exposed thigh.
david sat deeper into his seat, and parted his legs wide and just looked at the young women intriguingly.
she shifted shyly, "how come you're alone?" david smirked slightly and swiftly took his glasses off to answer the question, the exposure of himself was becoming apparent. her eyes suddenly became wide, and she just looked stunned as she stared holes into the rockstars face. "you okay love?" david smirked at her dramatic response to his presence.
"um..y-yeah sorry. i just didn't expect to be talking to David bowie that's all." her face flushed a light pink and she smiled awkwardly feeling intimidated by his presence. "relax darling, i don't bite." he grinned cheekily, "what's your name by the way?" the girl slightly eased her stiffness and brushed off her shockness and tried to act as normal as possible to the gentleman. "it's Louisa."
"pretty name you have."
the girl couldn't stop blushing at the sight of the famous man, it seemed uncalled for, unreal, there was no way this was happening.
David still sensed her stiffness so he shifted closer to the girl and hung his arm around the back of her chair. he didn't want her to feel intimidated nor overly shy in front of him. "so tell me, what sort of things are you into? because i know you don't want to work as a waitress all your life." Louisa chuckled softly, "i enjoy painting, i would love to be an artist one day." David's grin grew wider and wider, a little buzz of excitement erupted in his stomach. maybe he doesn't just want to use this girl as a one night stand after all?
"that's brilliant. i love painting myself... when i was younger i wanted to be a painter rather than a singer funnily enough." David felt flustered with joy, he never really got to talk about the things he loves with Angie, i don't think he ever had a conversation that wasn't about Ziggy fame with Angie in fact. "well i didn't know that mr Bowie, that makes you even more talented than i thought." David mentally cringed at the name she gave him, it was too formal for his liking, "call me David, love." the sexy tone sent butterflies in Louisa's stomach, she was slowly becoming heated in the place that needed touching the most.

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after a few hours of drinking, chatting, laughing and the odd little brush of hands which felt like eruptions of lust, David felt delighted with the bright young women before him. he discovered they have the same music taste, they both love reading, they are interested in theatre, and also surrealism. she was also an Aquarius which matched his Capricorn qualities perfectly. he was the thinker, she was the believer. he didn't want to leave her side.
"well thank you for a lovely night David. i enjoyed it very much." Louisa chirped in a tipsy manner.
"very welcome love. where do you live. i'll take you home." There was no way she was walking the streets of London past twelve in her vulnerable manner, he began to develop strong needs to protect the young women. "oh don't be silly David, it's only down the road." she stood up eruptively and grabbed her leather jacket from the peg beside the bar.
"i insist Louisa." David confirmed in a more demanding tone, which caused Louisa to stop in her tracks. she wasn't used to a man even caring about her, nor wanting her to walk her home. "oh..well okay. thank you david." and with that david put his trench coat on and guided Louisa out the bar, his hand placed on the small of her lower back gently. which caused Louisa's breath to hitch.

they walked in a tension filled silence the whole duration of the walk, the street lights glistened on David's cheekbones like a sculpted god. she couldn't help but melt at the sight of the handsome man beside her. throughout the night she forgot that he was a worldwide famous rock icon, there conversations confirmed to her that he is the most down to earth, intelligent person she has ever met.
he wasn't egotistical nor boastful about his work, he demonstrates devotion to art and songwriting which takes hard skill to do successfully.
her heart started to break as they approached her apartment, she knew this would be the end of their acquaintance together forever.
at the end of the day he is a famous singer and she is a low paid waitress in a bar in London.
"well this is me." Louisa stood outside her apartment door, looking at David in a sorrowful way.
David smiled softly at her saddened face and swiftly put her delicate hair behind her ear. the gesture made Louisa's heart skip a beat.
"your not getting rid of me that easily love." David grinned. he took out a pen out of his trench pocket and began to write his number on the back of her hand. "my number. i will be expecting a call from you darling." Louisa smiled warmly, she couldn't quite believe she got david bowie's private number. she felt like a golden girl.
"good night love, sleep well." David kissed her lightly on her forehead and gave her one last smile before walking down the dark street into the night.

was Louisa dreaming? she couldn't contain the love, comfort and joy she felt, from one small interaction.

this one night would change the rest of her life, and she just didn't know it yet.