This was requested by @seventhgrader69! I very sorry for the delay!😣 I've been busy with a stupid project for school. I decided to be stupid and do it the last minute, which I regret. Anyway, I hope you will forgive me. Please enjoy!
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Your friends had invited you to a club. You had told them you didn't want to go because you're not really a party person. You very shy and timid. You've had bad past experiences with clubs and parties. The time your friends invited you, you got lost for about 2 hours until you found the exit and left right after. You've tried so hard to change your ha it's but it didn't seem to work.
However, today you felt confident. You felt like you could do anything! You agreed to going to the so-called "club" your friends invited you to. Little did you know you would regret everything...
As soon as you got there you felt like going home already. It can't be that bad? Right? You and your friends walked in and got to the main party room. A few specifically colored lights set the mood. A cage was set not too far away and a stage with three men overlooking the place. Probably the owners. You've never seen a place like this before, so you followed your friends to a corner where others were hanging out. They offered some alcohol but you politely declined.
As the night went on, you find yourself in the middle of a dancing crowd. People kept riding up against each other and doing all kinds of other actions. You looked for your friends but they seemed to have disappeared. You tried looking for an escape out of the crowd but no avail. Suddenly, someone had walked up to you and offered their hand. You recognize them as one of the men on the stage.
"Hey, sweetheart," a voice purred. "You should come with me if you wanna get outta here," he spoke with an accent.
You thought about it and figured you'd never get out of here. You quickly grabbed his hand and he led you out of the pool of claustrophobia. You felt grateful but fearful after what had just happened.
"Thank you," you deeply sighed.
"Not a problem," the man responded. He held your hand and kissed your knuckles. You simply blushed at this and your heart sank. Immediately, the confidence you had earlier had disappeared completely. He smirked at this. "Tell me, sweetheart, what's a little girl like you doing here anyways?"
You found some confidence to correct him. "Um... Listen, here. It's Y/N, not "sweetheart." Okay?" you looked down instead of making eye-contact.
"Sorry. Can you speak up, sweetheart?" he turned his head to the side to have a better listen.
"It's Y/N. Not "sweetheart," you said looking up.
"That's cute," he smiled. "Erron Black, at your device," he took his hat off and curtsy-bowed. You blushed at his comment.
"I'm not cute," you crossed your arms. You were trying so hard to keep your cool and confidence up. He just chuckled.
"So what are you doing here, Y/N?" he stood up correctly and you got a good look at how tall he was. You even took in some of his looks. "Hello?"
"Oh! Um... I came here with a couple of friends but I couldn't find them. I'm starting to think they ditched me..." you looked sad.
"Well... I could take you home..." he trailed off. "Or you could stay with me, and we could go to a private room and-"
"What?! No! Besides I have a car! I could just drive myself home!" you were blushing really hard.
"Fine. Suit yourself," he shrugged and watched you walk off.
"God... Why does this happen to me?" you said not looking where you were going. You bumped into someone. "Oh! I'm so sorry! I-"
You stoped talking after looking up to see who you were talking with. A large man who had that hi-I'm-a-prick look. He smirked looking down upon you.
"You better watch where you're going, missy," his smirk turned into a frown. "In fact I think you need to be taught a lesson." He took ahold of your arm.
"H-Hey! Let go!" you tried slipping out of his grip. He raised up his hand to hit you. Seeming that you couldn't do anything you just closed your eyes shut. Nothing came...
"You better let the little lady go," a familiar voice said. You opened your eyes and standing before you was the one and only Erron Black. He held a gun in his hand and was pointing it towards the guy. The room was quiet.
"Or what?" the prick responded.
"Or we'll have problems," the click of Erron's gun sounded. "Partner." The prick looked around at the people staring. He let you go and you shuffled over to Erron. "Don't let me see you here again," Erron put away the gun. The guy just walked out without a sound. Erron turned to you and you immediately hugged him. It was kinda awkward but you pulled back before it could get any more awkward.
Everyone seemed to be minding their own business again. "T-Thank you... Erron," you blushed and smiled sheepishly.
"Anything for you... Y/N," he grinned.
"Listen... Um. Is there anything I can do to repay you?" you scratch the back of your neck.
"Hmm... Let me take you out to dinner?" he smiled. You blushed and nodded.
"Ha... Yeah. I'd like that," you thought about it. "But no funny business."
"No funny business, got it," he chuckled.
You laughed and smiled shyly. "Thanks again," you stood on your tippy toes and kissed Erron's cheek. Did you just do that? Erron was grinning widely, he seemed excited. Was he blushing?
"I didn't think you had it in ya," he joked. "Now get ready for the real thing," he kept pressing on.
"Shut up," you rolled your eyes, blushing. You took a look at your phone to check the time. You had a few drunk texts from your friends. You ignored them and put away your phone. "I gotta get going. Here," you quickly wrote down your phone number and handed to him. "I look forward to seeing you," you smiled. You started walking away but stopped and turned back to him. "Um... Where's the exit?"
Erron started laughing. "Lemme guide you," he offered you his hand. You happily took it as he guided you out.
So cute...
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