Warning extremely AU
I wrote this in s6...It's based on a film I saw with Sandra Oh, hope you like it.
Chapter One The Bachelor party
Owen was really not looking forward to the party tonight, his older brother Ben was marrying his high school sweetheart, unfortunately his best man and oldest friend Kevin was planning the Bachelor party, and Owen knew what that meant a strip joint. Now Owen was no prude he enjoyed his fair share of women during and since college, he just didn't see the attraction of paying some young probably surgically enhanced drug addicted women to grind on his crotch, and besides he wasn't a breast man he was butt man and he had just broken off his engagement to Beth who was going to the bachelorette party, so it seemed a tad insensitive. Of course he had no choice but to go it was his brothers last weekend as a free man.
The arrived at the cub it was every bit as seedy as Owen of imagined, dark and and lit only by fluorescent lights, the bar area was run buy a large burly tattooed man and his army of waitresses with their tiny skirts and tiny tank tops, the stage long and glittery, it had brighter strobe lights and poles in the middle. A young blond women who couldn't be much older the girls in his sisters college class. she was already halfway through her routine, men hollering and cheering throwing bills at the girl, some stuffing them in her panties as she danced for them. It was really not Owens idea of fun it was going to be a long night. He sighed and nursed his beer hoping if he drank enough it would erase the cheep seedy ness that was this bar.
Cristina knew she had reached rock bottom when she ended up in this dive bar, she had been forced to dance since she was young girl, born to privileged parents in New York she had attended the finest dance schools.
Her mother was pushy and demanded perfection and nothing less and as she grew older Cristina realised Ballet was not her calling in life, she loved it but her real passion was to write. She loved to read and one day dreamed of being a well known published author. This had displeased her mother who had wanted to Cristina to take to the stage, she had refused to fund Cristina's dreams of being a writer she was a vain women who wanted her daughter to be famous and admired so in turns she would be famous and admired.
Her father had been born and raised in LA, Cristina as a young child was taken with her mother to reside in New York with her step father, her contact with her father was cut off from the age of nine all she remembered was he was a kind man who supported and loved her for exactly who she was.
Her mother not once to listen to reason forced her to go to ballet school refusing to fund any other notion, she was miserable dance school was not her calling, she knew once she turned 21 she could choose her own path, so one summer aged 21 her parents away on their summer tour of Europe she packed her bags withdrew all the money from her bank account and flew to LA to find her father. She had found his address amongst her mothers papers it soon transpired her father had died some years before. This was a huge blow for a girl full of dreams and hope, she had no real notion of what to do next, going home was not an option now free of her mother she decided to keep it that way, her only option was to find a place and find a job and hope she could make it as a writer in this town they called the city of angels.
So here she was 4 years later working as a stripper with no college education to speak of she had been forced to find a job were she could make enough money to actually eat and fund her writing and working in a strip joint did just that, She could dance which she enjoyed even if it wasn't her life's dream. she earned good money and in the beginning she had declared she wasn't like the other girls she could never sell herself like they did, she would never touch drugs she would stay true to herself but in the end somewhere the girl full of hopes and dreams disappeared.
The night was young the alcohol was flowing it seemed that each girl stage had their own little act going on, whatever your type was their would be a girl to fit that stereotype. There was the lesbian chick, the S and M crazy chick, the young sweet angelic brunette, the barbie doll blond. Owen didn't really have type , he just found the whole thing seedy and Scanky and by now most of his companions were occupied in the back room what the hell went on in there he hoped never to find out.
His friends were by now pretty busy leaving Owen wondering if he could sneak home, glancing at his watch it was 1am, by now he was certain he would not be missed. He stood, grabbing his jacket and making a bee line for the exit. He glanced at the stage, a new girl was now making her way to the pole to begin her routine.
He gasped she was beautiful, long curls flowed down her back. Her almond eyes full expression, her tiny frame snaked around the pole so gracefully he forgot were he was for a few moments. His feet seemed to move by them selves to the stage, she winked as she danced, he wondered how such a women had ended up in this place. He had to leave, if he stayed any longer he couldn't be responsible for his own actions. He found the street and gasped taking in the crisp clear air, proud of himself for his self control. He looked at the time, he figured he could wait for the others. About half an hour later, a young women approached him. "I saw you staring" she said casually..."Erm don't they all stare? I kinda thought that was the point." He was confused, and slightly drunk. She laughed "yeah I guess they do, I'm Cristina want to buy me a cup of tea? I can never sleep straight after a shift." She interested him, she seemed different somehow, to the others, he offered his arm and together they walked to a 24 hour diner.
TBC.