*Dylan's POV*
"Oh snap! Hollywood Undead is in the house! Let's get some girls to come serve these Undead party boys!" The DJ yells over the speaker.
Before we know it, 4 half naked girls come walking over to us and grab hands with Jordon, Danny, George, and the birthday boy Matty.
Jorel and I head over to the bar, checking out the scenery. I'm already feeling warm from the drinks I had earlier tonight. I haven't had as much of the other guys, but I know that I'm definitely buzzed.
I glance across the club to see Matty with some girl in a skimpy bikini all over him. Happy birthday to him. Jorel and I slam down another shot of tequila.
My eyes skim through the crowd, searching for any girl that might catch my attention, but nobody does so I just shrug it off and order a beer. I don't know how much time passes with me and Jorel sitting at the bar, but at some point my gaze moves over toward the curtain that leads to the dressing room. Two girls stand there arguing with each other and looking this way, but the one I can't take my eyes off of is the one on the left.
She has dark brown curly hair and chocolate skin. White lace lingerie barely covers her body, but damn does it look good on her.
I tap Jorel on his shoulder and nod in the direction of the girls.
"I think the blondie is eyeing you up, J," I smirk, gesturing to her friend with just about every known color streaking her blonde hair.
"The girl standing next to her hasn't stopped staring at you, Dylan," Jorel comments.
"Think they're fans?" I ask, sipping from my second beer. Or maybe my third?
"It's worth finding out."
Jorel puts his hand up and gestures for the girls to come over. The girl in white looks like she's gonna pass out, but follows her blonde friend across the club and up to us.
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*Jamie's POV*
"Oh snap! Hollywood Undead is in the house! Let's get some girls to come serve these Undead party boys!" DJ Nate yells over the speaker.
Holy shit, is he serious? Hollywood Undead? At this shit-stain of a strip club!? This can't be real!
"Jamie did you hear that?" Dana gasps. I look over to my best friend and sure enough, her jaw is basically on the floor just like mine.
The best way to describe Dana is like the punk rock stripper version of Barbie. She has the blonde hair, unrealistically hot figure, and a perfectly even tan due to both of us being life-long southern girls.
"How the hell did I not hear it, Dana? We're probably too late anyway, every skank in this club is probably all over them like white on rice," I sulk.
I love Hollywood Undead. I can't even begin to describe all the shit their music has helped me through in the past few years.
"Jamie, you pessimistic bitch! Get over here and look at the bar," she calls from the curtain. I join her outside the curtain and my heart drops when I look over to the bar.
"Is that really-"
"J-Dog and Funny Man!" She squeals. Both of the tattooed rock stars sit at the bar, drinking and talking amongst themselves. Funny Man is even sexier than I thought he'd be in person, with those tattoos and that dark wavy hair and fuck, don't get me started on that damn smile...
"Jamie come on, let's go talk to 'em," Dana breaks me from my sinful thoughts of Funny Man, practically begging me to go.
"Hell no. I can't just go talk to them! Funny Man especially." I whine.
"Come on girl, do you have any idea how fucking unlikely this shit is? This could be our only ever opportunity to say that we both hooked up with the guys that we've only ever dreamed of seeing!"
"How do you even know they would hook up with us?" I argue, trying to find any reason to not go over to the bar.
"You sound dumber than a bag of rocks, Jamie. Look at us, look at them! If we go over there, it's inevitable that we're gonna hook up with them!"
Dana continues begging me to go, but I can't. What if I embarrass myself? There's no bouncing back from that shit. What if we're not their type? What if I'm not Funny's type? Fuck, I need to stop overthinking.
Funny Man looks up from his drink and his eyes land on me. Or maybe someone by me? Or Dana.. Fuck, he's looking at me! He nudges J-Dog's shoulder and his eyes move to Dana. Now they're talking. What are they saying? Fuck, his smirk is killing me...
"Jamie, please tell me you see that!? They checking us out right now, we have to talk to them!" Dana shrieks. I feel like I can't breathe. Why does the room feel a hundred degrees hotter?
"Dana you're not understanding me, I can't go over there and look a damn fool in front of Funny Man!" At this point, starstruck is an understatement. I literally feel like I'm dying. J-Dog smirks at a comment from Funny Man and then raises his arm to us. Fuck, now he's signaling for us. I can't deny now otherwise I could lose my fucking job.
"Jamie, we have to go now! Come on!"
"But what if-"
"Bitch. Look. If you can shake ya ass for a complete stranger, then I know you can take a few shots and strip for Funny Man. If you have to, just treat him like a normal customer. Let's go!" She pushes me forward and now my legs are carrying me to the bar. Every step squeezes more air out of my lungs.
Funny Man flashes me a smile that almost makes my knees give out and J-Dog's eyes travel up and down Dana's body as we approach them. My heart is jumping out of my chest. Funny Man takes my hand in his and pulls me close... Too damn close...
"You don't have to be so nervous, I don't bite," he jokes. I feel his breath tickling my ear. "You got a name, babygirl?"
Fuck. I can't breathe. What's my name again?
"Jamie," I force my name out of my throat. The butterflies are flipping the fuck out in my gut.
"Nice to meet you, Jamie. I'm Dylan."
His voice is the perfect mix of deep and smooth and thick...
Just go with the flow, Jamie.
"I know who you are. I've been a fan since the start," I say, recalling my days of listening to their songs over and over on Myspace. That was the first coherent sentence I've spoken in the past ten minutes, congratulations to me.
"You know my band?" His hands rest on my hips. I assume it's force of habit that makes me start to sway them. Damn, I'm gonna need a drink if I'm gonna keep my fucking sanity. I nod in response to his question.
"How about we put off the small talk for now and get to the part where I'm dancing for you?" Fuck, did I say that out loud?
"Eager, aren't we?" Dylan chuckles against my ear. "How about I buy you a drink and you and me can dance all night long."
Fuck.
"Sounds like a deal, Funny Man," I smirk, more intoxicated by his cologne than by any of the liquor I've had throughout the night. He chuckles as he orders round after round of shots.
"Just call me Dylan, babygirl."
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Funny Love (Hollywood Undead Fanfic) *discontinued*
Fanfiction"What if I never even see you 'cause we're both on a stage? Don't tell me to listen to your songs because it isn't the same. I don't wanna say your love is a waiting game." ~Banks, "Waiting Game"
