" sources say that we're done, how would they know? "
your pov
never underestimate a man's love for the strip club. that's something i stand strongly on. (this is the third one we've walked into tonight.) and this is only the second day here.
i never understood personally..
no that's a lie. i've just haven't been in a strip club sober in a minute. it's weird. i feel awkward. i also feel like a fucking babysitter.
" do you like the way i flick— "
"oh my god." i groan, shaking my head.
i look over at his snickering face.
"it's always this one. fucking always!" this is like my fifth time hearing this shit tonight..
"hey- don't be mad at me! it's not like i asked them to play it!" his laughing gets harder.
"you don't have to your face says it all!" i continue to shout over his lyrics.
"oh whatever...you know, once upon a time this was your favorite by me." he moves his eyebrows suggestively.
"yeah when i was fuckin 19 maybe" i blush and look away.
the dancers do look really good moving to this song though...
he slides over the booth cushions, getting next to me. "why you so tense?"
"you know why..." i smile weakly and look away from his gaze and shrug. "i just worry."
"i'm on my best behavior and you see that..." i feel him examining me from my peripheral. my face and neck go hot at the determination i feel exuding from him. "we can head back you know."
i roll my eyes. "yeah i know."
you'd think i'd be leaping to get out of here. you know, minimize the chance of one of us doing something stupid..i just feel like i had something to prove to myself. something to prove to my habits. my habits are breakable.
i can have a good time sober...
any time is the time
any time for you to get my call baby
he laughs and i can't help but smile. "you know, i'm actually not mad at this one."
he scoffs, smirking, "oh of course you aren't. damn near wrote this one all by yourself."
"well i mean. it's no coincidence that this is one of your best" i shrug playfully.
he grins, breaking his gaze on the dancers to look back over at me again. "it certainly isn't."
i smile appreciatively, not breaking eye contact this time.
until the vibrating coming from my phone broke me out of it. it's doja
"yo- amala, where you at?" i lean forward in the couch me and him are sat at.
"ummm my driver is passing planet 51...ouuu should i pick up some edibles?..oh fuck i'm sorry—"
