Money, Power, Glory (Terry Silver Fanfic)

Chapter 6

When we arrived at the jazz club it was already dark outside. Terry opened the passenger door for me. When we entered the jazz club, I heard a live band performing on stage and people sitting at round tables that surrounded the stage. Then someone approached Terry hugging him, "How's it goin' Terry? Been a while since I've seen you here. How may I help you two?"

"Nice to see you, Jake. A table for me and the lady," he told this man named Jake. Jake nodded his head and walked us to one of the tables around the stage and one of the servers handed us a menu.

"I will be serving you all tonight. What drinks can I get you two starting with?" He said pulling out a notepad and a pen. Terry didn't bother to look at the menu before ordering a Daniel's Whiskey. The server quickly wrote down Terry's drink in the notepad. I ordered a Bloody Mary. He wrote down my drink as well, "Alright, I'll get you two those drinks in a moment." The server finally left leaving me and Terry alone.

"I'm guessing you come down here often, huh?" I remarked folding my hands and putting them under my chin. He chuckled, "Well, you guessed correctly, Lana."

After a moment, the server returned with our drinks, "holler at me if you two want to order anything else." We thanked him for our drinks. I held up my drink, "What should we toast to?"

Terry also raised his glass, "to bringing justice to our old friend." He clinked his glass with mine. "Cheers." Both of us took a sip of our drinks at the same time.

"You know, sometimes I hop on that stage to play the piano," Terry remarked pointing at the stage with his drink in hand. 

"Then why aren't you playing right now?" 

"Because I came here to spend time with you, Lana. The piano can wait when I have you," he told me with a plastered smile. I felt my stomach doing flips. I couldn't help but smile at his flirtatious comments. He was too fucking adorable. 

As we were observing the band with our drinks in hand, the saxophone player grabbed the mic in between one of their performances, "Now we would like to invite our dancing pairs to join the dance floor for our special song requested by this gentleman right here," the saxophone player spoke into the microphone pointing at Terry. Terry waved smiling at the audience from his seat. 

When the saxophone player put the microphone back and a singer emerged on stage, they started playing Smooth Operator by Sade. I gasped looking at Terry. "I fucking love this song, Terry." He shrugged smiling. I hopped out of my seat hugging him tightly. After I let him go, I grabbed him by his hand leading him onto the dance floor. 

When we reached the dance floor, we were surrounded by a bunch of other couples swaying gently to the music. Terry placed his hands on my waist as I wrapped my arms around his neck then we swayed to the music. I put my head under his chin closing my eyes as we swayed to the music. He would spin me now and then. 

When the music ended, we decided to start getting ready to go home. Terry paid for our drinks by leaving the cash on the table before I linked my arm through his as we walked out of the jazz club. 

When driving from the club to Terry's house the radio started playing Don't You (Forget About Me) by Simple Minds. I turned up the volume as Terry drove faster. The windows of the car were open and the cool summer breeze blew our hair gently. 

I opened the window in the ceiling of the car, and climbing out of my seat I stuck my body out of the window. I laughed and stick my arms out as the wind was blowing into my face. I felt my heart do flips, jumps, and turns. The city looked amazing at night. The bright lights flashing off the glass skyscrapers, loud music being heard from the car, and feeling boundless.