You stumble backstage, red like a lobster. Grace is talking to some of the other girls as she looks over to you and her eyes widen at the state you're in.
"Got him?" she asks with a big grin on her face.
"Grace I- I think I do...fuck he's...he's so hot, Grace. GRACE, I told him that i'm just gonna go grab my stuff and...and he agreed? On coming to my place? Fuck what do I do?!" You run to your bag as you get some wet wipes out, using them on your armpits and then putting on your hoodie, not bothering to take off your outfit now. You're tipsy, but focused on the mission.
The mission to have the best shag of your life.
Theres no time for anything else.
"Do I need to worry about you? I don't even know what that fella looks like!"
"He...He has a tattoo on his left arm. Sleeve tattoo and...He's british. His name's Simon...I..." you won't stop gasping and hastily grabbing all your stuff, hoping that he was being serious when he told you that he'll be waiting.
"Yeah, right. Definitely will be easy to find if something happens to you. British lad with a sleeve tattoo..." "Ugh, Grace nothing will happen! I've got a good feeling about this one okay? Don't worry! Also you've got my spare keys...Just...I'll write you in 2 hours okay? If I don't, you come over immediately...Okay?!"
She rolls her eyes and walks towards you to cup your face once again. It grounds you. She looks over your face and shakes her head, wiping some of your smudged eyeliner back into place.
"Babes, now you look a mess."
"He. Is. So. Hot." you stutter, holding deep eye contact with her.
"Just wait til he pulls that mask off," Grace chuckles "...must have a good reason to wear that thing anyways. I'll be waiting for your Grace-abort-mission-pls-help-me-get-him-out-of-here text message." You laugh as you hold onto her hands on each side of your cheeks now. You take a deep breath and try to calm yourself down. You haven't been this nervous in a long time, it's not even part of your nature anymore. This is big.
He is big.
"Alright darling, you'll write me once you reach your apartment and from then on you've got 2 hours to write me your update. If there's nothing, I will smash that creeps head in. You know I will"
"I know you will."
"Good"
She hands you your bag and your money in an envelope. You forgot to do that.
"Thank you Grace"
"Waiting for your update love, I want every detail tomorrow"
You smile bright as you hug her and leave the backstage, making your way back to the bar.
Back to Ghost.
Ready to fall into the arms of your big companion for the night, you notice that he isn't standing there anymore where you left him.
No no no no no no
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Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
FanfictionYou're an exhausted showgirl on one of many long nightshifts. What makes this one a little different? It's a certain scottish mans birthday and the one thing he wished for was to finish it off in a burlesque club with his fellow teammates. --- I'VE...
