"Welcome to Stummerz, tonight its $10 entry," the bouncer looked at me. I nodded paying and showing him my ID. I got a lovely wristband saying I wasn't legal to drink. He didn't get it tight enough I could pull it off and I snagged the one saying I could, replacing it before anyone saw. I walk up to the bar ordering a beer. The never questioned me here. Between the black corset and leather leggings and my heavy makeup, I did not look 18. They never wanted to risk looking stupid. The fact that the bartender has met me in my apartment a couple of times made it even easier.
"How are you, Juliet?" The bartender smiled at me with a wink.
"I have to choreograph a full piece in less than a week. So tonight, I'm here to forget my assignment with whoever I want," I wink at him. His eyes darken with this statement.
"I'm on break in 10 minutes?" He questioned. I nod smirking. He knew where to find me. I start listening to the band. They weren't bad just not a strong singing band. They just scream the whole song. Not my forte, but to some, they rocked. I stood near the edge of the stage on the side. I sway my hips softly as I work on a third beer. I feel someone snake arms around my waist.
"On break so soon?" I smirk turning around to be faced with one of the other guys who work here. He must be newer as I hadn't seen him before.
"No, I was going to let you know to back up. Sorry," he let go of my waist. His gaze flickered to my lips and I bit my bottom lip.
"It's fine. I thought you were someone else. You new here?" I place my hand on his forearm still dancing softly.
"I am. Are you okay your sweating?" He asks noticing a spike in my body temperature. I shake my head no, "come on to the back." He escorts me to one of the back-dressing rooms. It was well cooled, unlike the main room.
"Thank you," I murmur sitting on the couch, I look up to see his worried eyes, "Its nothing. I got overheated."
"I understand I have to hide back here sometimes too," He laughed. He sits down next to me. I can see his piercing green eyes and black hair more clearly. His band tee told me why he worked here. It was a regular band here. His black jeans and converse shoes. I had to admit he was hot. I wanted to forget with him, not the bartender.
"Sometimes hiding has it's perks," I placed my hand on his thigh, biting my lip, "No one can catch you doing shameful things."
"What are you doing?" He asked. His eyes never left my lips. He seemed hesitant.
"I'm sorry," I brought my hands to my lap, "typically I don't have objections or questions at this point. I come here to relax and forget the real world."
"You don't need to run. I saw you in choreo today. You can make art. Running away takes the pain you can channel and exerts it into nothing," he looked at me.
"You're in my choreo class?" I ask confused. Now I won't be able to forget the assignment.
He nods, "Not in leggings or shorts or tights. We all look different. If you didn't freestyle today, I wouldn't have recognized you."
"I suppose," I shrugged standing up regretting my choice. He followed me grabbing my hand pushing me to the wall. He kissed me hard. My eyes go wide before I relax into the kiss.
I melted into him with a nod. I clung to him like it was my job. He pulled away from me, "Don't do anything you'll regret your beer had more in it than just beer."
"What's your name," I whispered light-headed. He smiled shaking his head. I collapsed without hearing his answer.
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Like No One is Watching
Teen Fiction"We are actors, storytellers. Unlike singers, we must use our bodies to tell what we feel. Our own emotions can influence this." "Don't ever think you need to run. Use whatever you're running from," he whispered against my lips and neck. Juliet W...
