The Stripper That Stole My Heart

Chapter 8

Finally! I know right. n.n Sorry for the long wait.~

Hope you all enjoy it, I finally got back into writing it, overcame my writers block as well as IRL issues, and sat down for a good hour or so to write this. Im working on more chapters as well, hopefully uploading more for you all soon. Thank you so much for your continued support, I appreciate it.

Chapter 8:

-Thursday- 3 days later; 8:00 p.m.

Alex sat at a lonely table in a back corner of the room listening to the various people who performed karaoke, his emerald tinted irises watched each person perform with a collected, and icy demeanor. In truth, Alex didn't think he could sing that well, but each Thursday he came down here, scoffed at the competition, sang a few songs of his own, and got a loud applause from the crowd.

The Tango was a crowded bar nearly everyday of the week, and the main draw was not only their signature drinks, famous for their powerful punch, but for the people who came to sing karaoke as well. It seemed to be one of the few karaoke providing establishments that had only good singers volunteer to sing. However; you were required to sign up beforehand, and given a number for your turn to sing. There was a live band there to perform your song and pianist if that was the case. The Tango was a very upshot kind of bar, and they certainly made the money for it.

Alex being one of the proud few, was a requested singer on occassion as well, something he prided himself on even if he didnt believe it himself. As he sat in his desolate corner, observing each of the performances at they went by, he pondered his song selection for tonight.

He had chosen a more classic song, though he chose to do the modern version of it. Tonight, Alex would be singing Joe Anderson's "Happiness Is A Warm Gun" originally written and produced by the Beatles. Normally Alex would've chosen something upbeat, but he was feeling a little out of sorts today and this suited his mood.

Scanning the crowd, it was always hard to tell who the nights performers would be, but Alex had a knack for picking out his competition. Due to his observatory ways, he could always see the beginnings of perspiration forming on someones brow, or the nervous fidgets. From there, he searched out the men, finding familiar competitors or fresh faces, and glanced over the ladies. Alex didn't worry about the women, they were in a league of their own.

His eyes roved over the crowd, waiting his turn silently as it grew closer and closer, looming lazily like a shadow. His eyes caught on an unfamiliar face in the crowd, who was an obvious for taking the stage tonight. He could see it in the set of her face, the look of impending doom as she sat by her friend silently watching the current performance, the glisten of sweat just on her forehead. And something about her face looked familiar.

As Alex began tos tare at her, his emerald eyes narrowed like a cat stalking its prey, and he leaned forward in his chair trying to catch a better view. The glossy look of her deep brunette hair, and the curve of her back as she tried to hold a relaxed position in her own seat pulled at Alex's memory somehow.

Although Alex normally had a great memory for people, it sometimes failed him with people he found unimpressive, uninteresting, or when he was intoxicated. He would've sworn he didn't know the woman from Eve, when the female sitting beside her turned slightly and with a whispery giggle poked at her friend, a devious look overcoming her features.

Alex sat back instantly, his eyes going wide in surprise from being caught staring. Quickly he looked in the opposite direction, to his right, focusing on a small gray haired woman, watching the stage intently. A giggle sounded to his left and hesitantly he was drawn to look over there. His eyes slid over to the side slowly, as if doing so was a crime worthy of death.