" Boss, we got all night. Why we going home now?" Pierce slurred from the passenger's seat of Donny's car.

They'd just gotten back from one of the bars in Stillwater. They'd both been drinking but Pierce went a little over board. He would've kept his boy around, but Pierce was starting to cause a lot more bad than good and pissin' off basically everyone he came across.

" Because you're ruinin' my flow, bro." Donovan said, chuckling slightly, " I can't do my thing with you throwing drinks on every fucker that walks in."

" Mannn, he was askin' for it. He was talking about my hat."

" Pierce."

" What?"

" Listen to yourself." Donovan shook his head, " You're hat. You give 'em the finger then you go about your business." he advised. " I'm takin' you home, and we'll talk about the Steelport heist tomorrow." he said.

He pulled up to Pierce's crib and stopped. Pierce just sat there, determined not to move, but Donovan shoved him. " Come on I got shit to do!" he exclaimed.

" Fine, fine." Pierce mumbled and got out of the car. He shut the door and crossed his arms like a child not being able to have his way.

" You'll get over it!" Donovan said as he pulled off of the lot.

He sped onto the highway, trying to think of where to go. It was only 12, and most of the clubs around here were dead lately, as fucked up as that sounded.

He merged into the right lane of the highway. If he kept straight for a while, he could get to the outskirts of Steelport and he'd heard, from his various sources, that the clubs around there were always bumpin'. And without Pierce, he might even get some ass.

Donovan needed a good night out. What with all the Saint's business lately, he hadn't really gotten a chance to completely relax, to completely chill out and just…party. This was the perfect nice to do so.

Donovan cruised through and his eyes caught on some bright lights. Getting closer, those lights were accompanied by extremely loud music, and he knew that that was the place to be that night.

He pulled into the parking lot, and parked into the closest spot to the door. Hopping out, he shut the door to his Torch, and brushed off his black blazer and purple shirt he wore underneath. He pressed the rubbed button on his car keys, and it locked with a loud beep.

The sound attracted the attention of all the rejects who waited outside of the club, and he flashed them a bright grin as he walked past all of them and to the body guard who stood in front of the door.

" You have name on list?" Said the large man with a rather heavy Russian accent.

" No, I don't." Donovan admitted, but wasn't phased even a bit.

" Then no entry." Said the Russian brute, his eyes narrowed.

Donovan smirked as he reached into his back pocket, getting out a hundred dollar bill. He didn't feel like emptying out his entire wallet at one place, especially outside the club when he could be using it inside.

" Will this change your mind?" He asked, slipping the bill into his pocket.

" Ah, seems like I missed it, sir." He said, suddenly speaking correctly, and Donovan nodded, satisfied, as the brute stepped aside.

" Thanks bud." Donovan said, tapping the man on his shoulder

The dull beat of the base increased ten fold as he entered. He looked around at the people enjoying themselves. The enjoyment varied. There were guys over in one corner, watching the highly paid strippers leaving barely anything to the imagination. And then there was everyone else, grinding against each other on the clubs dance floor.

" Pierce would kill me if he ever found out about this." Donovan chuckled to himself as he crossed his arms over each other, looking between the two spots. It was a tough decision. So he decided to take both.

Saving the best for last, he wasted no time going to the dance floor. He spied a decent looking woman. Long blonde hair dangling down her back, in a dark blue, shiny, short dress dancing with some guy who didn't look old enough to get into Toys R Us. He slickly merged his way in, getting in between the two. She obviously noticed the change and looked back at him. Her expression changed from a mix of shock and irritation to gratitude.

" Hey." She smiled, pushing up against him. He simply smirked.

Not to bad. Not too bad at all.

But what was bad was that by the end of the song, he'd gotten bored. Her hip movements were rough jagged, and he'd found himself looking for another girl worth his time.

He'd spotted her quickly, walking away from the bar to the other side of the room with a glass full of an unknown green liquid in her dainty hands. She wore a tight black sweater, a tight leather skirt, and high heeled leather boots. Her jet black hair was in a high ponytail and she wore white rimmed sunglasses upon her head, though it was night time and she was inside.

" 'Scuse me." He said to the blonde, and he drifted over to her, trying to keep his eyes on the dark-haired woman and not lose her in the crowd. Donovan was a sucker for attractive women, that everyone knew, and he'd be damned if he didn't even get to talk to the girl.

He bumped into someone he couldn't see, because of a obvious height difference, and instead of apologizing he rudely brushed him aside.

" Well excuse the fuck outta me!" Said the shorter man. Looking down, Donovan realized it was the same man he'd robbed the broken blonde gyrator from. He noticed that he was wearing a glowing jacket, had a fading blue shade of lipstick on, and was that eyeliner?

" Watch where you're going next time kid." Donovan said as he continued walking and looked up, trying to find the woman again, but he lost her. " Son of a bitch."

" Looking for someone?" Came a voice from behind him and Donovan turned around.

" I was actually." Donovan answered, and not so discreetly studied her again. She was even hotter up close. " Looks a lot like you. Maybe a little hotter."

She laughed at his small joke and he smiled, " I doubt that there's anyone here who could match up." she smirked, and glanced around to emphasize her point.

Donovan looked around the club once more, " You might be right." he said. He didn't mind her arrogance, hell, sometimes he was way more arrogant than that. " Besides me of course. I think I could match up." he smirked.

She tilted her head to the side, and put her hands on her hips. " Maybe." she chuckled. " You from around here?"

" Nah." Donovan shook his head, " Is it that noticeable?"

She nodded, " It is actually." she confirmed, " But I guess it's not that bad of a thing. I, for one, am getting a little tired of the norm." she said, taking a step closer to him, she was now only a few inches away. And damn, she smelled good. Was that vanilla?

" Guess I showed up at the right time then, eh?" He asked as he dared to wrap a hand around her waist.

She looked down at his hand, raised her eyebrows and smirked, " Guess you did."

Pant, Clank, Pant, boom.

Donovan jumped only slightly when a phone slammed against the wall. He didn't mean to throw it that hard. He was too caught up in the moment. And what an amazing moment it was.

He'd said earlier that he might get some ass. And dear god above was he getting some ass.

As soon as he and the dark-haired chick had finished speaking about the norm, the conversation quickly went into the gutter, exactly where Donovan had wanted it to go. Now they were in the owner's office, on top of his desk, doing the damn thing like there was no tomorrow.

He thrusted his hips just a few more times, and quickly reached his climax. He pulled out and moved from in front of the girl he still didn't know the name of, and went to pick up the picture frames, writing utensils, and other businessy things they'd brushed off the guys desk. Putting the last picture frame up, something caught his eye and he laughed as heartedly as he could manage. He was admittedly tired from the exertion. That was different.

" You're telling me that that blue lipsticked toddler owns this place?" He said, and turned to the girl, who was fastening the zipper on the side of her leather skirt.

" Matt Miller." She nodded. Well damn. If he'd known it was his, he wouldn't have cleaned up.

The door flew open " I am not a toddler!" said Matt. He stomped his foot, only proving Donovan's point.

" Alright, short stuff. Whatever you say." Donovan said, rolling his eyes.

Matt glared at him, and his face turned red. He looked around the room and sniffed a few times, and, he didn't know it was possible, but, his face became even redder.

" You two fucked in my office!" Matt yelled, " Viola!"

"Oh, Viola?" Donovan said aloud. That was her name? Well, that was... " Hot."

Viola smirked at Donovan and looked back at Matt, " Sorry, got caught up in the moment." she said, walking towards the door, and not sounding the least bit sorry. " Don't worry, we didn't get too crazy." she said, and Donovan grinned.

He walked with her out the door. They neared the bar, and suddenly there was a loud bang. Pieces of glass rushed towards him, and he turned around, a scowl across his face. Matt stood there, a smoking gun in his hand. " Don't fuck in my office!"

Donovan glared at him, and knew it wouldn't be too wise to encourage the boy, but couldn't help the sarcastic remark that left his mouth, " Is Matty jealous cause he can't get any ass in his own office?"

" Ooo, burned." Viola chuckled. Her hand snapped out, and ducked the two down as Matt pulled the trigger again. " Well, time for you to go." she said quickly and Donovan nodded in agreement. He had his pistol in his boots, but still didn't feel like getting into a gunfight.

Donovan ran outside to his car, followed by Viola. He jumped in his car, and started it before rolling his window down. He dug into his pocket and handed Viola a small piece of paper.

" Call me when you get tired of the norm again." He smirked. He backed out of his parking spot and sped off towards the highway before Matt's goons even got a chance to step out of the door.

"Whata fucking night." Pun completely intended.

A/N: Don't get me wrong, I throughoughly enjoyed SR3, all 12 hours of it, but I know I wasn't the only one left...unsatisfied. There were somethings I liked and some things I really didn't like. So writing a Fanfiction is the absolute best way to put what I do like in the mix. This is Saints Row: The Third my way, with a little romance thrown in the mix.

So stay tuned, you're in for a wild ride!

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-Taylor(: