Dance of Affliction (GxG)

Mundane Request

»»-------¤-------««Mallory's POV»»-------¤-------««

My eyes focus intently on Emilio behind the bar.

"So, correct me if I'm wrong but did Luca hire new waitresses?" I ask with an unruffled, expressionless face. Emilio looks up at me while he dries off some glasses.

"Yeah, we have a couple new ones helping out tonight only. It's a one time thing." Emilio explains, making my eyebrows furrow in reaction when I notice something is off. I don't press further on the matter, i have better things to do and give him a faint nod before turning around, my hands tucked into the pockets of my Brioni suit. I make my way towards the back of the club, where I usually take residence. I sit down on the couch behind the poker table, glancing over at one of my associates who is already settled in.

"I see you're eager to be on time tonight." I take out a cigarette from my jacket, my eyes never leaving my associate.

"Don't even start tonight Mallory." He hisses at me, only making me smirk in amusement. I'm still not happy with how he was all over Sparky last time. If I didn't have that repulsive leech on my lap back then, that poker chip wouldn't of been the only thing that flew across the table that night. I lean into my seat and light up my cigarette, the light of the little flame illuminating my face slightly in the dark veils of the club. The smoke trails up from the tip, curling around me in a hazy cloud as I let out a satisfied sigh. The beat of the music pulses through me as I take another drag.

"What's got you so annoyed, Marco?" I smirk with a toothy grin while I cross my legs over one another. "Got your panties in a twist?"

"Mallory, shut the hell up!" He snarls through gritted teeth, slamming back another drink in one go. "But if you must insist on pushing the matter—"

"No I don't, I was simply being polite."

"Fuck you, Mallory." I fight the urge to grin at his misery, and instead offer a silent shrug.

"I think it's pretty clear - dicks and I just don't get along." I smirk, watching the fire in his eyes grow with each passing moment as I push him closer and closer to the brink of annoyance. I sit back in my seat and let my eyes glance over the room.

I didn't hallucinate did I?

My eyes slowly trail over every head and figure in the club like a hunter slowly observing it's surroundings.

I saw her.

I tell myself over and over again. I'm certain that Sparky is here somewhere, I just saw her when I walked in. I search the room, my eyes darting around, until finally...

There she is.

My gaze falls upon my red obsession, who is currently getting the attention of another guest at another table. I take another puff from my cigarette and narrow my eyes while I follow her every move. She glides effortlessly through the crowd, her movements graceful and elegant like a waltz. Admittedly, for the first time I can't help but be drawn to the uniform of this place, especially when she wears it. The way it drapes around her body, clinging to every curve and line like a well-fitting glove. It's in this moment that my chest swells with an intense longing for... something. 

The feeling intensifies every time our eyes meet in a fleeting glance and I see her jolt, ever so slightly. I long for her to look at me like that again, and only me. Part of me wants to get up and haul her away, gritting my teeth at the fools drooling over her. That uniform was designed to be sophisticated and yet somehow she's managed to make it look cheap, that darn skirt hugging her curves like a second skin. Her thighs are unbearably perfect, drawing more attention than any of the other girls'. It's envy-inducing how she doesn't seem to have to try at all for everyone's admiration.