half naked & almost famous | lil peep

6. unexpected

farrah's pov

it was a typical saturday night at work. crowded, loud, belligerent even. i felt pretty mundane tonight. my usual mischievous charm wasn't there and the cash flow absolutely reflected it. "c'mon girl, you gotta turn it on" i whispered to myself in the mirror. 

"ian, hook me up?" i tried to subtly ask the bartender. "i got you di" he poured me two vodka shots, i knocked both of them back, trying to loosen up before my turn on stage came up. 

it was my last set of the night, we were nearing closing hours. 

"welcome back the lovely diamonddd" the dj announced me to come onto the stage. i felt pretty tonight, despite my lack of energy. i was wearing my favourite white set covered in clear stones with matching white pleaser heels. 

i definitely felt a little warmer and looser after a few drinks, i captivate with my allure, commanding attention with each sultry move. 

despite the crowd, i kept turning my head back, trying to keep tabs on one face. 

was that gus? it couldn't be. 

but it was, his face tattoos gave him away in a heartbeat. 

at first i was a little creeped out, did he come here to find me or something? i realized that probably wasn't the case. we both kept glancing at each other, trying to figure out if it was each other we were seeing. 

for someone who spent most of their time half naked i was feeling very exposed right now, not that gus and i were really friends but i didn't want him to look at me like this. i know what men really thought about what i did. they enjoy it in the moment but don't think of us as actual people. 

i was actually hoping to maybe get to one of his shows, and catch up some time. i tried to be ambiguous in my description of my occupation, he must have known though, that's why he was here. 

i felt myself rushing through my set, i just wanted to get off this stage. 

as soon as the song ended i got to the exit door as fast as i could. 

i got my stuff together, waiting until basically closing time to start heading out, praying gus and who i'm assuming were his friends were gone. 

but my prayers definitely weren't answered, gus was still out on the floor. at least he was alone now.  

please don't talk to me, please don't talk to me, please don't talk to me i chanted in my head. 

"farrah" gus approached me, "can i call you that here?" he asked, "it's fine" i said, averting eye contact. 

"i know what you're thinking, i didn't come here trying to find you or anything. you probably think i'm such a creep. the guys wanted to come here after the show, i didn't even feel like it but they're pretty convincing" he seemed genuine actually. 

"how'd you know i did this?" i asked, what else did he mean by he wasn't coming here to try and find me? 

"educated guess" he said, guess i wasn't ambiguous enough. "do you wanna go talk somewhere?" he asked me

"uh" i gestured to my outfit that was basically just underwear. "oh shit yeah", gus pulled his hoodie over his head, handing it to me. 

"thanks" i smiled, he was being really nice. 

i brought him to the back door exit that some of the girls used to smoke. 

"i'm glad to see you farrah, really. don't think i'm thinking anything different of you now. i really don't care how you make your money. i got rent to pay too, money is money" he shrugged. 

"really?" i asked, no one ever genuinely said something like that. 

"yeah, don't get me wrong you're a beautiful girl and all but i was happy to run into you and just chat. you're a really cool person, i was hoping we'd see each other again" he said, smiling

"i was actually thinking the same thing. i wanted to come to one of your shows but i saw you out in the crowd and thought i just fucked everything up. no one wants to be associated with the slut" i shrugged

"you shouldn't talk about yourself like that. you're just doing your job" he told me

his perspective was comforting. i don't think i'd ever had someone be so accepting, besides the other girls at the club. 

"thank you, people usually aren't so nice about it" i appreciated his generosity. 

"it was good to see you gus, i have to get back inside for close up, we really should hang out properly sometime" i suggested

"i'd like that, here, i'll give you my number" he offered

"shit, my phones inside" i realized. "uh, here i'll just do this" he took his pen from his pocked and wrote the series of digits on my forearm. 

"that works".

"oh here" i started to pull his hoodie off. "keep it" he smiled, "i'll see you later". 

he went back to the road and i went back in the club. 

gus was refreshing, i'd never met anyone like him .