Dirk X OC (Drabble)

Cryptic Promise

It was dark, colorful lights flashing through the black revealing dancing drunks amongst the crowded dance floor as well calculated music blasted throughout the building causing it to shake slightly. The establishment reeked of sweat and alcohol. It almost smelt like an orgy but, it was you're your typical club scene.

 Although the music was great, it wasn't Dirk who was DJing, it was his little brother's shift, Dave. Dirk was just slouched in a stool at the bar while he watched the scene, the only thing lighting his sight aside from the strobe lights were the dimmer lights along the bar. It was his bar after all; he had to make sure everything went smooth. Then she came in.

Her four inch heels clicked against the polished oak wood as she strode in, her frame hugged snuggly by the black, sleeveless, crop top that read Skaia in bright green letters along with white booty shorts and of course her signature leather choker with a silver treble note hanging from it. It was the female bartender's uniform. Her name was Luceri Mercus and while she was that best at what she did and brought a lot money to the club with her outstanding looks she refused to take off those damned aviators Dave gave her for her birthday. It aggravated Dirk to no end even if he couldn't really say anything on it.

 "Look whose eyeing his employees." Rose snickered, taking a seat beside him while her older sister sat on his other side.

 "She still not falling fur your Striker charm, Dicky? Dirky. Strider. For." Roxy hiccupped as she laughed obnoxiously obviously already hammered. She took another sip of her martini and called Luceri over as she had finished it. "The usual, Rox?" Luceri gave the drunken gal a small smirk as she was already mixing the drink and pulling out the glass. The blonde nodded and took the drink from her after it was finished, taking a small sip.

 "You make them the beast, Lucky. Lucey. Best." The brunette chuckled, walking off to a dark haired male in the corner and taking his and his friends' orders. Dirk scoffed, ignoring the continuing comments from his drunk friend and her sister while he called upon another bartender and ordered his usual Fanta Orange pop. Taking a sip from the non-alcoholic drink he proceeded to play with the can.

 "It bothers me, Rose." Dirk muttered.

"I know, Dirk." A small silence fell between the two, even with all the noise the club produced. As Rose opened her mouth to say something else, her faded purple eyes darted to where Luceri was. The dark haired man, better known as Aaron, held her gently by her choker whispering in her ear.

"No touching, sir." The word was like venom, laced with every bit of hate she had in her being. She did not like being touched.

 "Why don't you take off those idiotic glasses and let me see those gorgeous eyes of yours, princess?" Dirk followed roses gaze, hearing the small commotion and something dropped into the pit of his stomach at the sight. Anger rose to his cheeks and he clenched his fist not wanting to lose one of his best costumers.

"Aaron, I said no. Now let go." She took a hold of his wrist making him tighten his hold on her choker.

"Let's get out of here, doll face." That was it, Dirk was boiling and shot up from his seat, marching as calmly as possible over to the two. By the time he had reached the corner of the bar he heard a loud snap and something hard hit the marble counter. When he processed what had happened, Dirk noticed Luceri pinning a severely bleeding Aaron to the cracked marble and her choker lying on the floor beside his stool.

"D-Dirk!" He approached the two, his arms crossed and a blank expression painted across his features as he watched the pathetic form before him.

"Your bartender has gone crazy! Get her off of me!" Luceri tugged harshly at his slick black hair causing a small smirk to crawl across the blonde's pale lips and a whimper from Aaron.