Band Imagines/One-Shots

Dear Maria, Count Me In // Alex Gaskarth

"I'm not going." Alex mumbled, looking away from Jack.

They wanted to take Alex to a Night Club to have fun, and get his mind off of Marina.

Marina was the girl he had been dating for 3 years. Well, until she dumped him 2 weeks earlier.

Now, Alex laid in bed, still in his pajamas, hair messy, and a bit of a beard on him.

"Alex, I'm not asking. Go." Jack pulled him out of bed. "Take a shower, and shave, you look like you're a serial axe murderer." He joked, trying to lighten the mood. Alex sighed but started getting ready anyway. There was no way he was going to get out of going, not with Jack.

After smelling better and shaving (But leaving a little stubble), Jack dragged Alex to the car, driving to the nearest Strip Club, Slate's Pink Ladies.

What a stupid name. Alex thought to himself.

After getting dragged in by Jack, he was immediately given a beer. He looked at it in distaste, and set it on the counter, not drinking it.

"Alex, c-"

"No, Jack! I don't wanna be here, okay?" He asked annoyed. Jack gave up a little, hearing the seriousness in his voice, and stayed next to him, drinking his beer.

Alex stayed in his spot, but looked around the nightclub, examining all the disgusting pigs throwing money at the pole dancers, and trying to get some action from them. By disgusting pigs, he meant all the 40-50 year old men who probably had spouses.

His eyes stopped on a pair of faces in a doorway, across the nightclub. One was a male, about early 30's. He was holding onto a girl by her arm, about..no..she couldn't be more than 18, could she have? Alex continued looking, and saw the man scolding the girl. She continued to argue with him, when he got closer, and gripped her face in his hand, saying something else, before rudely shoving her away, walking away from her. She rubbed her arm where the man was holding her, and flipped him off behind his back, walking out here to the floor.

She wore a plain black bikini top, and a short black skirt, just barely low enough to cover her ass.

She had (h/c) hair, and it was about (h/l) long. She had a sort of aggressive/rebellious feeing about her.

Alex watched her as she crossed the floor, and pulled herself up on one of the stages, and started to pole dance.

So she obviously worked here. She swung herself around the pole, and flaunted herself for the men, who threw money at her.

Without realizing he was doing it, Alex was stepping closer, watching her carefully. The girl paid no attention, but continued to dance, until Alex heard one of the men talking.

"Hey sweet cheeks..why don't you get us a room, and I'll treat you right?" He spoke. The girl at this point, had stopped, and the man was reaching out to touch her. She pulled away, looking at him in disgust.

"No touching." She scowled, and continued to move around the pole skillfully. Wait, skillfully? She couldn't have been doing this for too long..

"Aw, come on, baby, you'll feel so good.." The man continued. Alex scrunched his face up in disgust. The girl stopped and scowled again.

"Back off, old man." She spoke. The man stood up, and grabbed her ankle, making her gasp.

"Don't you 'old man' me!!" He yelled.

"Eric!!" The girl shouted. A muscular man in a black security shirt made the man let go, and took him outside. He came back, and the girl hopped off the small stage, stumbling a tiny bit in the heels she wore. "I'm goin out back." She mumbled, and started walking towards a door.