I'm a Star

As she spoke about her job Lillith took a sip of her drink, turning back to the man she’d been flirting with all evening and noticed the way his eyes hadn’t moved from her lips. Smirking she cocked her head to the side. “Have you even heard a word i’ve said all night, or are you too busy fantasizing about what these lips can do?” 

Smirking Lillith hadn’t expected him to call her out on her sass. She was used to pushing buttons to get what she wanted, even with the other staff members. Arching a brow she shrugged, moving a bit closer to him, the smirk never leaving her lips. “Actually I do, because I don’t think you’ll do anything about it.. unless you care to prove me wrong?” 

Lillith smirked, her lips turning up as she looked around the busy bar. “Oh come on, it’s too easy to convince him, you have to give me more of a challenge Aira.” Lillith teased with a wink to the other dancer as they joked around. “How about this, if you can’t convince him to buy both of us a drink, i’ll buy you anything you want tonight.” 

That was the first time that he ended up spilling a drink on his shirt, but he had an extra shirt in his bag, and that’s exactly why he always had an extra shirt with him, in case something like that happened. He was a clumsy person, and something like that was expected to happen sooner or later, he actually was surprised it took this long to spill something on his shirt. “Ugh, dammit,” he took off the shirt of his bag, there was no one around, so he didn’t see the need to go into the bathroom or to one of the rooms to change clothes. But the moment he was taking off his shirt, he didn’t notice someone walking to the bar.

Wandering over to the bar Lillith smirked, apparently she was just in time for a show. She was used to being the one taking her clothes off, so as she watched the bartender pull his own shirt off she took the time to enjoy the show. Arching a brow she chuckled as he turned. “Don’t stop on my account, I mean, If I knew the show was this good over here i’d spend less time on stage.” she teased with a wink. 

Hayes was fresh to the club, having only joined the day before. It was a change, right around the corner from the hospital he worked and a better place to stash away and sleep that wasn’t an on-call room. He could afford it, not really having much else to pay for. Still not sure what to do first, he sat at the bar on his phone, checking some texts from an intern on patient updates when he heard someone say something, causing him to look up, “Hm? Sorry, what was that?” asked he.

Lillith was sick and tired of waiting for the bartender. She’d been sitting there for 10 minutes watching the girl flirt with some older client, clearly looking for a bit tip from the way her tits were popping out of her top. Reaching behind the bar she grabbed the bottle of champagne she’d been eyeballing and looked around to make sure no one had noticed. AS she struggled to pop the top off she turned to the man beside her and asked for help, smirking when he looked up. “Oh, just asked if you could lend a girl a hand getting this open, don’t worry i’ll share.” 

Jax had often been accused of terrible priorities — a hedonist through and through, there were few things that rivaled a good party for the dancer. It wasn’t his night on stage, he already had a few drinks in him, and he’d just made a hell of a sale outside the club. And hell, he was feeling a little generous. “Free drinks for everyone at this bar on me. You’re welcome,” he yelled out to the people in the surrounding area. He brought the shot he had just gotten to his lips and took it back. Why not enjoy himself and make an impression all in one?

Finishing up her last private dance for the night Lillith headed to the bar. With Nathan hanging around lately she’d found herself spending more and more time chugging back the bottle then she did at home. Somehow the reminder that she’d fucked up probably the best thing she’d ever have in her life making her sink low. Surprised as the man beside her called out she smirked, and cocked her head at him. “You really wanna rack up that bill, these people are gluttons.” she teased with a grin as she finished her own glass and waved for another long island. “I mean, not that i’m complaining.” 

Wait, are you planning on fucking me in some dirty back alley outside the club? He stood and looked at her with raised eyebrows and a smirk on his lips as he huffed at the cigarette. You sure know how to romance a girl don’t you? “Usually, I do. But,” Kyle said, putting the cigarette out as she moved towards him, “I also don’t want to lose my job, which I would if I got caught, and, well, here we are,” he said and smirked as he tossed the cigarette onto the ground. “What?” he said, tilting his head down a little, while keeping his eyes locked with hers. “Not up for a good, dirty little back alley fuck?” he asked smugly as he placed his hands on her waist, pulling her towards him but flipping them over so he had her pressed against the wall instead. “Because we can go back inside and I can get back to work.”

“So.. you’d rather just..” she couldn’t finish the sentence. There were private rooms all over the place, hell, even janitor’s closets, she didn’t see the appeal of being fucked against a brick wall, no matter how cute he was. “Can’t say that I am actually.” she said with a shrug as his hands slid around her waist and pulled her close so she was pinned to the wall. “Sweetie, if you think you’re just going to bend me over out here and have your way with me, then you need to learn a thing or two.” she said sweetly as she moved away, brushing her hair out of her face as she moved back towards the door. “I think you should get back to work.” 

“Sounds like we’re perfectly matched then.” Xander told her, a smirk on his own lips, taking in a small, subtle breath as she moved closer. Looking around as well, he hummed, glancing back to her as she spoke. “And things seem to be pretty quiet down here. I’m sure I could easily slip away.”

‘It really does, doesn’t it.” she said, the smirk never leaving her lips. One day it would get her in trouble, but for now, she was young, having fun. Licking her lips she smirked as he spoke of slipping away. “Well then, I know they have some private rooms, why don’t you meet me upstairs and we’ll.. test them out.” 

What the fuck was he doing? He honestly didn’t know anymore where Lillith was concerned. He’d given the woman his name– and now, he was in a constant battle with himself. Sometimes he wanted to go even further than divorce, he wanted an annulment. It would just be easier for the both of them if they just pretended it never happened. Then there were moments in which he wanted to just embrace her and forget about all of this. Except he had no idea what the hell she even wanted. “I fucking told you the last time we talked. Just sign the goddamn papers, Lily.” He shoved the manila envelope across her the dresser in her dressing room. He hadn’t even signed them himself– not having the guts, but he figured she couldn’t get to it fast enough. If she just did it– he’d finally be able to let go. And if she didn’t, god save them both. @lillithwestwxxd

She’d managed to avoid it so far. When he’d shown up she’d been so shocked, and then to hear Nathan ask for a divorce had brought up feelings she’d been keeping below the surface for years. Yes, it wasn’t fair to keep holding on to him, but he was also the man she’d ever let in, the only man she’d ever loved and she was scared to let him go. It didn’t help that a part of her still felt like the connection was there, despite the anger. As he slid the divorce papers across she grabbed them, pulling them out of the envelope. Her hands were shaking, was this what he really wanted? Hearing him use that nickname made her pause for a moment as she looked down, realizing he had yet to sign them himself, could that mean he didn’t want to? “You didn’t sign them.” she said flatly as she dropped them back down on the table. She was supposed to be getting ready for a show, but right now she was more concerned with the two of them, despite the flimsy little bunny outfit she was wearing. “Why.. ?” she asked as she stepped closer, chocolate hues locking on his. “Tell me this is what you want, that you want it to be over, completely between us, a divorce Nate.. come on, it doesn’t have to be like this you know.”