Shakers Dreams

Pink - 18

"What are you doing?!" Dee hush screams at me.

I whip my head up to see her walking towards me eyes wide. She picks up the scrunched little shit piece of pink slip out of the bin and opens it up.

I glance at Zoe across the room as she carries her tray elegantly up the stairs, the music pumping with dimmed lights as the next dancer enters the stage.

"You can't do that Maddison." dees looks up from the paper.

"Please dee my head is fucken spinning he's made me take shot after shot." I try to plead with her.

She shakes her head "why didn't you switch it out?" She asks slightly confused.

I know we are suppose to swap them for non alcohol but I fucken couldn't could I!

"He ordered them than made me take it at his table I don't have a fucken bar in my pocket." I breathe out frustratedly.

She looks to me apologetically as she looks back to the paper "did he hand this to you?" She asks her eyes scan the area, I'm guessing for Zoe, finding her at the top of the stairs servicing Dylan's table, Lisa and my brother where I would rather be.

"No he placed it in one of the glasses that I cleared from his table." my words making a smile creep onto her face.

"What?" I ask now confused by her reaction.

"Well." she turns the paper to me for me to see.

"I don't know a Georgia that works the floor, do you?" she asks smiling.

I nod my head not sure at what she's getting at, they all know I use that name now and than with the clientele and they didn't seem to mind at all.

"But I do know a Georgia that dances" she quickly folds the paper in half.

"Who I ask?"

She nods her head to the stage as I look back to see the the girl that always catches my eye, the way she moves around that pole is incredible. Her first appearance on stage for the night.

"Your fucking kidding me right? Her names Georgia?" I ask in disbelief.

She nods her head laughing.

"What's the hold up girls?" we turn to see Zoe place down her tray.

"Nothing Zoe, here we have a request for shadows." dees hands her the crinkled pink paper that had been weighing me down. It just feels wrong now that I'm seeing Dylan even if it is part of my job.

"Fuck again? Shes on fire tonight." Zoe says happily taking the pink paper and looking it over.

"3 grand!" she says stunned.

Her words making me rethink it like I had been for the last 30mins.

"That's pretty high even for mason." she says in thought as she pockets the paper.

"What are you waiting for girls back to work." she turns and exits the bar as I look back to dee.

"I really owe you one." I say smiling. I can't believe she just did that.

"I know you do." she turns back to the bar "Big time." she laughs over her shoulder.

I look to piper heading my way as she nearly drops a carton of beer catching it and half her. My gym sessions are really starting to pay off.

"Shit thanks mads." piper says as I help her place the carton down onto the floor.

"There's one more are you able to get it for me?" She looks up and I can tell she's flustered.

"Yeah no worries where from?"

She's already restocking the fridges and I'm happy to see the night is almost over.

"In the cellar last door on the right." she says standing pulling a set of keys from her pocket.

I turn towards the black door as I spot the bouncer holding the door open for mason, I slow my step as I watch him enter and disappear around the corner. I'm not too worried I'm sure he won't be disappointed with Georgia hopefully he will thank me I know I sure as hell can't perform as well as she does.

I round the corner slowly just in time to hear the click of the door close. Thank fuck. I head down the end off the corridor and using the keys I open it.

So this is where the booze is all held up. It's like their own little private stash. I check out the wines as I walk along reading the labels. Picking up my fave red not expecting Flynn to flood my mind. Fucken Flynn. So many memories we shared together over this wine. The last one being the worse by far. I faintly rub my hand over my hip as I remember the night he completely lost it. I shake my head as I twirl the bottle in my hands. He's even tarnished my first choice in wine.

I place it back in the rack and and pick up the carton leaving the thoughts of Flynn behind me. It's not easy walking in heels carrying a heavy box while feeling slightly drunk but somehow I'm managing it.

I pause mid step as I see Dylan standing outside one of the shadow doors, hands in pocket and looking deep in thought.

"Are you following me now?" I say jokingly approaching him.

He turns to me all to quickly having no idea I was coming up behind him as it's only now I notice he looks a bit off.

His eyes glance at the carton of coronas in my hands before staring deep into mine. Those deep blue eyes it's going to get me every time.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He snaps.

"What the fuck does it look like!" I snap back matching his tone. Where does he get off I haven't even spoke to him since he's been here and this is how he fucken greets me.

We are both distracted from the black door swinging open and of course it's fucken Selina. Her timing is really starting to play on my nerves.

"What?" I snap at her as she's come to stand between Dylan and I.

"Nothing." she says too nicely as I watch her hold up a key to the shadow door.

"You're fucken kidding me?" I say more to myself than either of these too dipshits in front of me. Could my night possible get any worse.

"It's not like that Maddison." Dylan finally finds his voice again.

"Come on big boy times ticking." Selina says as she enters the room holding the door open for him.

"No hookers, no girlfriend you really are a piece of work you know that!, just the same as the rest." I don't even bother waiting for a reply as I storm off past him. Why the hell didn't I just follow my instinct and stay the fuck away from him.

"Madison" I hear his voice behind me.

"Lose my fucken number playboy." I shout back as I exit the corridor and away from my fucken deep blue heartache.

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