Treat You Better (A Bouncer/Librarian Alt)

Chapter One

This is an alt of Dalia and Balroy from Bouncer/Librarian. This story contains hints of abuse and several steamy scenes, be advised. Also, this is a back and forth type writing style between ElderLuluFire and myself, it is not written solely by myself, so the style is different, sorry for any confusion. Enjoy!

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Friday nights were always busy at the bar, and this Friday was no exception. The line to get in was moderately long, and Dalia had already spent about twenty minutes waiting in line. She wore a red dress that billowed out at the skirt with black tights and the sexiest heels she had in her closet. Though she was short, they boosted her up a head higher. Dalia glanced down at her watch as the line moved forward. When she looked up, she was the third in line. Her eyes followed the line to a tall, muscular bouncer standing in the doorway.

Her brow raised slowly as her eyes traveled up and up. 'Wow..' His eyes traveled along the line in a customary sweep. When they landed on her, Dalia's cheeks heated and she glanced down, tucking a lock of black hair behind her ear. She couldn't believe she was blushing like a school girl, especially when she was already spoken for. As Dalia stepped up to the second spot, her heart fluttered. Her fingers fumbled slightly as she pulled her wallet out of her purse and began to withdraw her license when a voice called from behind. "Dalia." She glanced back and smiled, feeling a bit foolish. "Derek, you made it." He stepped up beside her and sighed. "What a shit day. Looking forward to a beer."

Bodies packed the place from wall to wall. It was in Balroy's lap to keep the worst of the assholes at bay, but in a place that bordered two colleges, there was no shortage of new faces to invert for pay. The way the bouncer loomed, he didn't have to practice that particular skill often enough to get fired. Seeing him approach was oft enough to split up any rowdy momentum. With a broad set of shoulders and a tall frame to match, Balroy considered gym time an investment in the health of his knuckles.

This night, he'd already geared up with a few protein bars and a red bull. Two red bulls. The guy was amped and standing in place wasn't helping. Balroy wished that someone would make the mistake of fighting in his territory as he cast a glower over the next person's ID. Looking over the line to come, however, his inner grumbling paused as he lingered over a shock of red. The color was cinched close and airy over a gorgeous girl.

He stared for a moment before returning his eyes to the next customer, if not his attention. 'Shit. She's cute.' He weighed his options as she looked down with a spreading blush. 'She's into it. My break's in a few. Maybe I call in and see if she wants a drink-' And then douchecanoe sidled into line, cutting before his other patrons to meet up with the chick. The lines in Balroy's forehead creased as he frowned down at the fist person in line's ID. 'Fuck.'

When they stepped up, Balroy found the girl's gaze and held it. Up close, she was even prettier. Natural grace guided her movements, even in those killer heels. He wondered just how tall she really was if she kicked them off. Wordlessly, he opened his hand, prompting her to give him her card.

Dalia couldn't understand why her heart wouldn't settle. Or maybe she didn't want to understand. She flashed him a polite smile as she offered her license, but the flush on her cheeks wouldn't quit. She felt lucky Derek had been looking at the man with a raised brow. "Damn, dude, you live at the gym?" he asked as he put his ID in the bouncer's hand before Dalia could finish reaching. He nudged her arm with his elbow. "Babe, check it out," he said in impressed amusement.

'I am,' she thought in attracted awe. She said, "You must work very hard to achieve your goal. I think you should be proud." Derek looked at her. "Proud?" Suddenly he seemed less interested in his girlfriend looking at the muscular giant. "Just give him your ID already. I wanna get inside." Dalia gave her boyfriend an apologetic look, though she didn't know why, and held her license out to be inspected.