Drabbles and Containment by A Forum User

Drabble Sixty-Seven - "Rose"

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~North~

Oh my f*cking god. 'Rose' became a whole lot more attractive I knew it was Sang. But yeah; it was Sang. So I was p*ssed as hell.

I was breathing heavily, the other occupants of the Burlesque place staring at us, and Sang was wide eyed.

"Princess?!"

"Trouble!"

"Aggele!"

I hear all of them shout in shock, all except for Doc. I turned and stared at him, but he didn't realize. All he did was stare at my Sang baby with the most stupid dopey grin.

"Sang, you look...Really...Amazingly...And you can dance...And goddamn that outfit is...is..."

Before I could get to him, Kota had slapped him around the head. He rubbed the spot and frowned.

"What? Can't I give the girl a compliment?"

Sang was bright crimson behind the mask, staring at her feet with her hands tugging at the outfit to make it cover her up more. And god, did she look hot, but that was beside the point.

"You're a f*cking STRIPPER?!" I shouted. She looked up, and I could make out enough of her eyes to see them narrow in offense.

"No. Never. I just sing. The outfits a little...Small, but I never strip," she stuttered out.

I laughed. "I think that little performance with us begs to differ."

She slid her mask off her face, placing it delicately on the table.

"I've um...Never done that before. I didn't know it was you but...I...Well, I felt...Y'know..." She trailed off. I raised an eyebrow. My mind was in pieces; part of me in raging jealousy of the other people who'd seen her like this, part sad that she'd felt the need to do this.

"No, I don't f*cking know."

"I was attracted to you, okay?! I didn't mean to, I didn't want to betray you, but it was just in the heat of the moment."

I stared at her for a moment, before deciding to ignore that. We could deal with that later.

"Sang, why are you doing this?"

She fiddled with the tips of her hair, making it fall even more temptingly- nope, not going there North! You're angry with her! I scolded myself.

"Ah, yes, back to the crux of the matter..." Sang Baby muttered before biting her lip and looking at me.

"Do you mind if we go to the dressing room? I'd rather not do this here."

"Fine, Miss Sorenson, I think you all us all an explanation," Mr. B said quietly. She turned away, leading us to the room.

All I could think of was why? Why would she do this?