d a r k e r l u s t

six

i saw the mysterious tattooed man brendon talked about earlier this week working tonight. i walked off of the stage to see him at the bar. i'm tired, so i was craving a pick-me-up. i ordered a shot of tequila and waited. 

"hey baby," a large man behind me said.

i turn around to see an obese man with crooked teeth and a nasty grin. "hey," i said.

"why so shy, sweetheart? c'mon, let me get you a drink," he said.

"i'm good, thanks," i said.

"such a fucking tease," he mutters, grabbing my ass.

before i could react, i heard a low, husky voice yell out, "hey!"

i spun around. the tattooed guy.

"listen, motherfucker," he yelled at the guy. "enlighten me, please; what part of touching a stranger's ass is okay in your sick, twisted mind?"

the guy looked confused, and then angry. "listen, you fucking midget. i can do whatever the fuck i please if this guy whores himself out like this," he yelled, gesturing to me.

"are you fucking me right now?" the tattooed man scoffed. "what this guy is wearing has nothing to do with the fact that you are being fucking disrespectful!" 

"oh yeah? and what are you gonna do about it? too busy representing the fucking lollipop guild," the guy mutters.

before i could say anything, the tattooed man delivered a roundhouse punch to the guy's jaw. he stumbled back, obviously intoxicated, and fell onto a vacant table. bouncers came rushing in, taking away the tattooed man and the man on the table. 

"wait!" i yelled.

i ran out to see the bouncers throwing out the tattooed man onto the sidewalk. they walked back inside and i ran to him. "holy shit, are you okay?" i asked.

he laughed and sat up. "y-yeah, i'm fine. that bastard... i'm sorry."

i shook my head and helped him up. "it's fine, it happens a lot. not a lot of people intervene." i said. "thanks,"

"don't mention it," he said. "its so sad to see that these people have no fucking respect for anyone." 

i nodded. "i see you around here a lot," i said as i helped him up. 

"yeah, i tend to, uh.. yeah." he said, sounding uncomfortable.

"whats wrong?" i ask. "cat got your tongue?" i teased.

he laughed. "sorry." 

we walked in silence to the door of the club.

"i didn't get your name." i said as he turned to leave.

"oh," he said. "uh, i'm frank."

"frank." i repeat. "alright. see you around?"

"you bet." he said with a wink.