V & V - Rageous Rageon Rise

Punched Out

Justin POV:

Roman kisses me one last time, making me smile.

Roman: "I'll see you soon, okay? Thank you for driving us tonight."

Justin: "Of course. I... had a really great time with you. I think the... car ride was my favorite part of tonight."

Roman: "I think I enjoyed that part the most as well. Text me once you're home?"

I nod and wave before he walks inside. I drive back to my apartment, shower, then flop onto my bed. Man, I'm exhausted. 

Wow, okay. Tonight was pretty wild, but man, it feels good to have been able to let loose.

Plus, my back and shoulders have never felt better. It was pretty fun to be sneaky and not disclose our relationship to everyone else.

I'm sure they picked up on the flirty vibes between Roman and I, so it's fun to keep them guessing.

I'm sad we can't be public. If I was found out, I'd either get fired or sent to work for another singer.

As much as it sucks... I need to keep my job in mind, so pda just isn't a go.

I climb into bed and look at my schedule for the week.

Alright... go to the gym in the morning, then work. It's boring, but worth it if I can go and see Roman by the end of the week. 

I work hard at the gym the next morning, each rep seeming to matter more and more to me to finish. Thursday rolls around, making me push extra hard at the gym for the show tomorrow night. I want to look my best.

I've noticed when I wear my tighter shirt, Roman seems to gravitate towards me more. I'll wear anything if it means I get to hear him call me his Mon ange.

Friday morning, I do a light workout, then focus on making myself look as put-together and professional as possible. I pull on my black shirt that is a bit small on me, add my black jeans, and my sunglasses.

Once I'm done, I check myself over in the mirror... feeling nervous to see Roman tonight. I know I'm mainly going to be doing security, but... there's always the possibility of me sneaking out and getting to take a peek or two at him while he's performing. 

As I drive to the hotel, I... feel a strange ball of nerves begin to settle in my stomach. Am... I really this nervous to see him? After all we did in the car... and his room, I don't suppose I need to be worried. 

Still, I can't help but turn up my jazz in hopes it'll calm me down. I park and get out to see the same hotel manager who had been giving the trio problems walk inside. His presence can't be good news.

I head inside and meet with my head of security before heading to my post at the front doors. 

I sigh quietly, already bored out of my mind. I have to be out front of the hotel an hour before fans usually even start showing up, so it's pretty long and lonesome.

But it's the job, and I can't complain too much since, hopefully, I'll get to see Roman afterward. I wait for a long time until the drops to sections fans off are brought outside. I clasp my hands together and wait by the door, staring straight ahead.

Fans show up, and I stand guard as they are each let inside. Everything goes smoothly until an intoxicated couple very loudly walks up. They're so drunk they can't even walk straight to give the ticket counter their tickets.

Justin: "Sir, ma'am. I'm going to have to ask you two to leave. You are too intoxicated, and are a danger to yourselves and others."

Man: "W-What?"