Different (Starring You and Drake)

Ch.13

YN's POV

As soon as I was let through the velvet rope, my stomach clenched. This is SO not my scene! All around me were hot bodies pressed up and grinding on each other, drinks sloshing this way and that, and a stage with scantily clad woman prancing around in heels. I've only been in here for a few minutes and I've been bumped into about 10 times. 

"Maybe I should just leave while I can, without being seen..."

I started to turn when a something caught my eye. On the 3rd level, aka the VIP section, Aubrey was lounging on a long red, velvet sofa chair with some chick curled up in his lap and more giggling around him like f**kin bimbos. 

"...Maybe I'll stay a little longer."

I continued to watch his little slutty scene, waiting for him to turn around and. hopefully, catch sight of me. But I had no such luck. 

I suddenly felt a hand grope at my waist and hot breathe filled my ear. It smelled like stale smoke and mints.

"Hey sugar, you must be new. I've never seen you here before."

I spun around expecting to find a dingy, dirty looking d-bag. Instead, I came face-to-face with a decent man.

"My name's Omar." His eyes roamed down my figure. "And I would love to get to know your name, but first, I must say, you look ravishing."

His hand was still on my waist and I could see him snaking his other hand onto my other side. I took a sharp step back and scoffed.

"Excuse me, but no."

I quickly turned and walked off towards the direction of the stage, away from this dude.

My eyes wandered back up to the VIP section. The girl that was once sitting all up in his lap was now performing an extremely, up-close & personal lap dance for him. I felt my shoulders sag a little. Among the mass crowd of pulsing beats and sweaty bodies, I felt cold and isolated. How am I supposed to get his attention without straight up walking up to his section and causing a scene like some angry babymama lookin for child support?

"What a minute..."

I forced my eyes away from him and glanced around the room. I spotted what I was looking for leaning against the bar. I adjusted my boobs in my skin tight dress and smoothed back my hair. 

Hopefully this works....

I walked, with my head held up, straight to the bar and sat in the seat next to him.

"One Sangria, please?"

I watched from the side of my eyes as he glanced non-chalantely in my direction. Seeing it was me, his eyebrows flew up.

"You're back? Couldn't stay away, huh?"

Act cool, YN. Act cool. What would Ty do. 

I took in a deep breath and let my inner Ty take over. I turned my head in his direction and gave him a slow once over.

He was only about an inch taller than me. His skin was a rich dark chocolate. His eyes were oddly golden brown. His arms were muscular, an obvious sign of physical labor. His chest looked swole under the white button down he was wearing. He actually looks pretty good.

I lifted an eyebrow and clucked my tongue in what I hoped was a sexy way. He smirked and nodded to himself.

"Okay. Cool. Everyone needs a little it of Omar in their lives."

Oh Lord, please don't tell me he speaks about himself in 3rd person...

The bartender came back with my drink and handed me my tab. Before I could get a look at it, Omar snatched it away and nodded at the bartender.

"Put her on my tab. Everything she has," he threw me a quick toothy grin, "is on me."

The bartender simply nodded and walked over to the register.

"Enjoy," he said as he watched me take a small sip.

"Thanks. I could have handled it myself, but thanks anyway."

"Anything for a fine lady like you."

I flashed a little smile and glanced at the VIP section again. Nothing. A few more girls had joined the lap dance. I need to do something to get his attention... But what... Again, another idea popped into my head.

"Seriously?" I groaned to myself. 

But if not, then what else?

I turned back to Omar, who sat watching me. 

"So, what do you have in mind? Do you wanna...head back to my place or...?"

"Actually..."

I threw back my drink & asked for 2 more.

"I have a little better idea."

The bartender came around with the glasses.

I threw back those drink too and could feel a buzz coming on. I stood up and grabbed his hand, leading him up to the stage where it was raining ones. 

"You stay right here in the front, OK?"

He nodded obediently. I climbed onto the stage, making sure to put a little emphasis in the swing of my hips. 

5 minutes later, the music in the club cut off. Everyone stopped what they were doing and started grumbling.

The DJ grabbed his mike. The sound of feedback screeched and silenced the fussing.

"Ahem! Fellow freaks and freakettes,"

"Turn the f**kin music back on! I'm tryna get laid tonight!"

The crowd let out a few drunken giggles and more rude comments.

"Don't worry, homie! I gotchu! A little lady here would actually like to take the stage and.. do a little... performance, if you know what I mean."

"Is there gonna be a** shakin, or nah," another voice called out.

"F**k yeah!"

The crowd burst into cheers.

Standing behind the curtain, I could feel my hands growing clammy and my legs wobbly. Am I really gonna do this? I could chose to back out now and run off stage before the curtains open... I chanced a peek at what was going on the beyond the curtains. My eyes landed on a pleasant sight. The commotion had managed to catch the attention of the VIP section.

A warm smile grew on my face as the DJ called me out.

"PRESENTING!"

The curtains drew open.

"MS. ASSQUAKE!"