The New Dancer

Backstories

•The New Dancer•
•Backstories•
•Part Three•

Once you had gotten changed and grabbed all of your things, you left the back stage area to see Jason walking out from behind the bar.

He was wearing tight black jeans, black converse and an Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt. His blonde hair swept back out of his face, he looked very tired. He had black circles under his eyes and his usual tanned complexion had been replaced with a ghostly pale colour.

"Heading home?" You asked standing by the stage opposite him.

He turned to see you and smiled "Yeah just clocked out, how're you getting home?" He asked.

"I've got my car" you told him walking over to him so you were standing opposite him. "How about you?"

"Walking" he stated. You detected a little bitterness in his voice. "My bike, it uh. Got torched.." he trailed off.

Another person here who had suffered from the crime in this infested city.

"Want a ride? It's no Porsche or anything but it'll get you there" you laughed.

"Isn't it supposed to be the guy offering the lady a ride home?" He asked a sidewards smile on his face. He flexed his muscular arm and scratched the back of his neck A sign of awkwardness and a bruised ego. He was obviously embarrassed about his motorbike.

"Call it returning a favour for that liquid courage you gave me" you giggled.

He laughed with you and swung his brown jacket over his broad shoulders. You walked out of the club together into the brisk cold night. You zipped your leather jacket up further to keep warm. You walked down the street to where you parked your car talking with Jason.

"You were great tonight" he told you.

Your face went as pink as your dress and you lowered your head to the floor. "You watched?" You asked embarrassed.

"I work at the bar opposite the stage, it's kinda hard not to. You looked great, everyone loved you" he replied.

"Thanks" you said still looking at the floor.

"Why are you embarrassed? You danced in front of hundreds of people tonight but you're embarrassed cause I saw?" Jason asked smiling a cocky smile.

You reached the car and fumbled with the keys to put them in the door. "I don't know, it's different. I know you. I work with you! Argh! I don't know" you said exasperated your face redder than a tomato. Then pushed Jason's shoulder lightly for laughing at your embarrassment.

Jason laughed harder and got in the shotgun seat. You buckled up turned on the radio and drove away from the club. Neither of you realising the purple Lamborghini parked in the alley next to the club...

"So, where am I dropping you?" You asked glad he was done laughing at you.

"75 Stone Street" he replied

"That's not far from me! I'm at 13 Ryman Road" you said.

"Ryman road?! Isn't that like one of the most dangerous places in downtown Gotham?!" He exclaimed worry all over his face, his eyes crinkled and his brows furrowed.

"Yeah, it's the only place I could afford though.. after.. " you trailed off with a cough hoping he would drop the subject. He didn't.

"After?" He egged you to continue.

"You don't want to know my sob story Jason, I don't want to depress you, I've only just met you and I happen to actually like you" you explained.

"You tell me yours I'll tell you mine?" He offered "I like you too (y/n) so if we're to become friends we should know stuff about eachother right?" He persuaded.