Bite Me;

She had been told time and time again that he was dangerous and to a certain extend, she knew it too. Yet she couldn’t keep herself away. Maybe he was dangerous and it called to her self-destructive tendencies but when Angel looked at him, she saw someone who’s brokenness matched hers. And maybe, just maybe they could help each other heal from it. If nothing else, he was hot and Angel was more than willing to pass the nights with him for now. Her arms snaked around his waist as her teeth captured her lower lip. A part of her was disappointed in his response. Angel smiled as he cradled her chin. “I mean, if I’m out there by myself guys are just going to assume I’m single and can talk to me but if you’re out there with me…well, why would they even bother trying?” She pressed against him. “Or we can get out of here if you want.” 

Dallas knew he wasn’t perfect. At times he felt second fiddle to most circumstances, but when he met Angel it felt like he had finally met his match. Someone he could conquer the world with. He knew she deserved better, but at the same time he couldn’t let her go. She was too much of a good thing in his dark and dreary life.  Was that fair to her? No, but he was willing to better himself for her. Step by step.  “You make a good point there, peach.” He smiled down at her, holding her close by her waist. Dallas wasn’t great at expressing his emotions but every second that Angel lingered closer he could begin to feel his throat tighten up. “That’s up to you. I don’t want to ruin your fun, ya know? Though I wouldn’t mind taking you home, I think you know that by now already.” He chuckled, moving to press a soft kiss into her forehead. “I’m down for whatever. If we go home you can pick a movie. Anything you want, it can be cheesy even. Pop a bag of popcorn.”

Another day, another gig. Nova was not only stoked, but she’d finally debut her brand new goggles for her set, as if she couldn’t have been anymore flashy, but she liked giving off more than just a dj with a face and nice outfits. So, here she was, hauling her set in piece by piece with a skip in her step when she heard a familiar voice. “Well, I do have a gig tonight, y’know, the usual,” She shrugged until she scrunched her nose up at his next remark. “Dallas, with all due the highest of respects: ew.” 

While Dallas wasn’t one to keep friends with his intimidating aura he enjoyed Nova’s upbeat attitude. Though he wasn’t really sure how to navigate a friendship that used to be way more. So he settled for seeing her every so often when she would get ready for her next upcoming show. “Do you? Damn, don’t forget us peasants when you become famous.” He teased, as he began shaking another drink concoction together. After sliding the drink to the stranger his gaze fell back to Nova, her expression causing him to let out a small laugh. “What? I’m not allowed to ask? It’s a genuine question.”

She spent most of her evenings out. It was easier to shut down the dialogue of her inner thoughts when it was drowned out by loud music and other people demanding her attention. Why deal with her own stuff when she could run from it? Angel had started going to Pleasure Island because she’d heard the bartender was hot and soon the two were entangled in something complicated and intoxicating. She wasn’t sure how she felt towards him or what he truly felt towards her but there was just something about him that pulled her in. Almost as if she sensed his eyes on her, Angel glanced in his direction. The corners of her lips curled up into a smile as her body moved in time to the music. After a moment of hesitation, the woman made her way through the crowd, weaving through the dancing bodies of people far more drunk than her. “You just gonna stand over here by yourself or…?” 

It was hard to hide what he felt for Angel, yet at the same time he couldn’t quite put it into words. It always felt like a game of tug and war. A small smile tugged at the corner of lips when the blonde finally approached him. “You know I’m not much of a dancer Angel.” He replied with a light laugh. No, he’d prefer to watch. Especially with other men around. If they couldn’t keep their hands to themselves he’d be the first to go out punches blazing. No one was allowed to touch his girl. “Though you could maybe convince me, considering how gorgeous you look tonight.” He spoke, raising his hand to cradle her chin with his index finger and thumb.

It was the same shit different day. Dallas had grown accustomed to partying after his shift mostly because he never wanted to go home, alone that is. Though his flings really never emotionally satisfied him. He wanted something more with someone else. That was the issue with wanting something he felt he couldn’t have. He was well past tipsy at this point, taking a shot of whatever was handed to him. That’s when he saw her, he wasn’t sure if he had too much to drink or if she was really there. “Angel..” He breathed out, his vulnerability showing in the way he caressed her name so adoringly. He watched her dance as if she and him were the only two in the whole world left. He liked that feeling; how she could just make the world disappear around them, but if he felt that way why was it so hard to convey it? Say something! His mind screamed and yet his feet stayed planted.

It was busy, but that was to be expected on the weekend. Dallas didn’t like his job but he was good at it. It was fast paced and he was always moving. It wasn’t even midnight yet and people were already getting shit-faced. Dallas having to break up a few fights between being yelled at for another order. Sweat beaded his arched brow as he focused on his next concoction. Handing the drink to a patron, he took a rag from behind the counter and patted his face. Noticing Nova out of the corner of his eye. “Well, didn’t expect to see you here. You didn’t stop by just because you missed me, did you?”

001. the introduction

Name: Dallas James Baxter

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Birth Date: April, 4th 1996

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius Rising, Aries Sun, Scorpio Moon

Anthem: Bite Marks By Au/Ra

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Character Temperament: Choleric

Character Alignment: Neutral Evil