Burlesque

ONE

Andy Pov-

We wouldn't be out tonight if it wasn't for CC. I was hoping to spend our day off sleeping and resting up for the show the next day. We haven't taken a break for a few weeks now and we were all in need of a good sleep in. That's what we spent most of the day doing. Tonight we would have been sitting on the terrace of my hotel room smoking and drinking a few beers. But CC decides he wants us all to go out, see some 'dancing chics' as he said. I didn't want to, I refused. I've got a woman who trusts me to not do that sort of thing, so I won't. But he managed to convince the rest of the guys and therefore I had to go. So we roam the streets of London, looking for a club. We don't find one. At least the type of one we are looking for. But we do come across something called Cherry Bomb, which they say is a 'Burlesque Lounge' which, again to quote CC, sounded 'French and sexy' so we settle for it. There is a fee to get in, twenty dollars, We still don't know what it is but it better be with the money. Inside there is dull, warm red lighting. A stage at one end of the room with all the seats and tables facing towards it has a thick black velvet curtain covering it. The place has a 1930's Paris vibe. Lost of red, black and mahogany and lace. The boys and I take a seat at the bar, considering all the rest of the seats are taken- must be a pretty popular place. Plus where we sit is closer to the booze. We order our beers and take out our smokes, since it looks like this place is fine with it, and light up as we await for whatever this is to start. Music starts, the curtain on stage is drawn aside. We turn our attention to the stage to see a row of vanity mirrors. Girls sit in front of the mirrors. It evolves into a big number. The girls are all wearing lingerie, very French themed. It's pop music, which I'm not normally into. But the only thing that allows me to listen to it without it annoying me is her voice. It's gorgeous. I wonder if she can use it to sing good music too rather than this pop crap. She's front and centre, eye catching. The other girls may as well not be there. She takes all the attention.  A true performer. Her skin is tanned with dark, wavy hair to her waist. She wears black thigh high boots and a black jumpsuit that glints under the stage light. There's just something about her that's attractive for some reason, I normally wouldn't find this type of person attractive. But her, there's something different about her.

November POV-

After my act I head back stage to have my mic taken off me, they couldn't do it fast enough before I head out onto the floor, in the direction of the bar. Needing to get a drink in me before I lose my mind. I see Kurt working behind the bar in his bowl hat and suit vest. Kurt is probably my closest friend here. The closest I've made since moving to London. I lean on the bar in front of my friend and begin a sentence, but I'm interrupted by a guy further down the bar yelling at him
"Hey- give the pretty lady a drink. On me."
I look the stranger up and down. Rocker, obviously. Much like the rest of them sitting next to him. He wears tight black pants, a black shirt and black boots. His hair black and shoulder length, his hands in biker gloves. Visible tats. So either a rock band or biker gang. I state
"No thanks. I get drinks for free."
"Oh yeah," he replies "because you're a dancer. Taking care of their own."
I turn away and say to Kurt
"So-"
Before I was cut off again.
"If you get free drinks maybe you should be the one getting us drinks aye?"
One of his fellow gang member retorts
"CC- shut the fuck up you idiot."
I almost laugh. Instead I say
"If I do get you a drink will you shut the fuck up and leave me alone?"
"It's okay," the second one says "he'll shut the fuck up now. No need for drinks."
"Andy!" CC as I now know his name is states "you Shut the fuck up. She was just going to give us drinks."
I smirk
"No I really wasn't Hun."
Andy laughs and says to CC
"Now watch the dancing girls that you've dragged us all out here to see and shut the fuck up."
I smirk and look to Kurt
"Give that one a drink- he makes me laugh."
Andy declines politely
"Thanks kitten, but I'm fine."
I offer him a cold smile
"Call me that again and I'll claw your eyes out."
He smirks at me
"Not exactly helping the kitten thing."
I roll my eyes
"Purr motherfucker."
He laughs and turns his attention back to the show. Allowing me to finally turn my attention to my friend like I intended to in the first place.
"So I've got a story for you."
He leans forward onto the bar with his elbows
"What's it about?"
I make my voice high pitched and bitchy
"Lolita!"
He chuckles and asks
"One shot or two?"
"Three."
He quirks his eyebrow
"Aren't you driving home tonight?"
I groan
"Kurt, I don't care. Help a girl out."
He sighs and whips out three shot glasses, placing them in front of me he fills them with Smirnoff. I take all three before attempting to tell my story but after my third shot I receive a round of applause from the biker gang. I huff
"What?"
Andy is the one that speaks
"I've just never seen a girl take three shots without flinching."
I roll my eyes
"Yeah, I'm a girl. I can handle strong drinks. It's the twenty first century, gender equality for all. Wake up and smell the roses Nikki Sixx."
Andy laughs. Andy is a tall guy, black hair just past his shoulders- one side shaved. His nose and bottom lip is pierced with a silver ring. He wears tight black pants, boots, a ripped maroon red tank shirt that is so destroyed it may as well not be there since it is covering literally nothing and a studded black leather jacket. One thing that catches my eyes are is eyes, an electric crystal blue. Mesmerising. Eyes I could easily get lost in. A little bit of black eyeliner makes them pop even more. Damn, he's attractive. Don't get me wrong I still can't stand him. I narrow my eyes
"What's so funny?"
He shrugs
"Just good you know good music and not just that pop shit you were doing up there. Mötley Crüe is one of my favourite bands."
I nod
"Good for you buddy."
And I turn away, looking back to Kurt.
"One more shot please."