Fascli

“Please don’t say you’ve come to make me go back out there. This is the first free five minutes I’ve had all night”

“What do you mean kind of classy, Vince I am classy, let’s be real here.” she teased, pleased to see that he was up for celebrating. She’d been kind of afraid she’d be spending the day alone. “Screw the fancy stuff though, it’s boring, let’s stick to the tequila.” 

“Sorry, Vince,” Calum rubbed the back of his neck, “I’m just stuck in work mode, you know?” Calum heard his response, a agreed with him. “I feel the same way. I do not like scumbags that are violent towards overs. I hate and am actually scared of violence. But I would totally stick up for someone if they were being attacked. But honestly, I do not see it happening here. I feel like with the security and polite members, we are in a really good environment,”

“Seems like my parents actually remembered my birthday today and had some cake sent to me, I can’t eat it by myself, so do you want some?”

Lyla couldn’t sleep. So many thoughts were whirring around her mind as she lay in bed staring at the clock on her bedside table as every minute that ticked by signalled one minute less sleep before she had to get up for work. She jolted slightly in shock as her iphone vibrated on the bedside table. It was gone 3am, no one got in touch with her at this time unless it was something disastrous she had to deal with at the club. With a sigh she reached for her phone, blue eyes widening as she read the messages.

[03:24:01 - Vince] How did you even get my number?

[03:24:27 - Vince] It’s the middle of the night. Where are you?

[03:24:52 - Vince] I missed you too.

his phone buzzes loudly in his jacket, scaring the man a little. perching his cigarette between his lips precariously, the man pulls his phone out and stares at the glaring phone screen for a little, trying to comprehend those fuzzy words. when he finally does, and he reads that last text, he smiles a little. 

[10:52:04 - vincent ] - don’t think you’re so special, everyone is getting extra lessons and practice, but it’s all individual so don’t go thinking you’re special.

[10:52:15 - vincent ] - are you really so conceited that you think everything is about you. I’m doing my job, maybe if you did yours we wouldn’t be having this talk would we.

[ 10:55:20 -- hellhound (luciana) ] oh no no no disrespect ma’am but you know damn well i’ve worked hard to get to where i am. i’m not letting you stomp all over me like that. 

        [ 03:21:43 -- lyla ] supyer cliche but i miss you         [ 03:22:03 -- lyla ] ouyt for drinks you should jioin mhe

[10:48:52 - vincent]: I have no clue what you’re talking about. I told you your technique was lacking, not my fault you don’t know how to move properly and need the extra practice. 

[10:49:15 - vincent]: which reminds me, you’re going to need to come in two hours before your shift tomorrow for another lesson.

[ 10:50:00 - hellhound (luciana) ]: you know there’s nothing wrong with my technique. you’re just riding me harder than everyone else cause

“Close but no cigar right.” she smirked as she narrowed her eyes at him. “You like brunettes who serve you drinks, and would love to see you dance?” she took another guess as she rose a brow.

“Hmm well we had rodeos, and cowboy boots, and all the southern cooking so it was a swell time to say the least.” she admitted with a grin. “How was the drink?” she asked the other. “Guess your achilles heel? Sounds harder than it looks. Okay guess number one, your achilles heel is when the brunette bartender walks up to you and wants to talk?”