Saturday nights at The Basement meant, live bands, dancing, drinking and finding that one special person to end the night with. It wasn't uncommon that the bands would take advantage of the liquor fueled females that were in the crowd wearing little to nothing in hopes to get the attention of one lyrical god known as Jon Moxley or as his stage name Dean Ambrose and his band The Lunatic Fringe. Every Saturday the band would headline bringing in hopeful females to get a glimpse of the man himself as he sang the words that dug deep into everyone's soul as if searching for that one little tick to make you cry actual tears or have a realization of life. Most night he was dressed in an obscure band shirt he got from another band and his dark faded jeans that seemed a little to clean cut for being an alternative punk scene and his hair a dark blonde mop remained as is like he hadn't cared to fix it, more he just woke up like liquid sex.
Much like every weekend Madilyn worked for the better tips and partially for Jon, not that she'd let anyone know. And unlike the sea of desperate females, she was more down to earth and not so 'look at me, and my tits'. Her chocolate brown and blue streaked hair fastened in a high pony tail causing the blue to peak through the tightened strands and never one for makeup she opted for the cat eyes causing the specks of gold and blue of her iris to shine. The outfit she wore a work uniform as per the codes of ethic that her boss forced, was a black work shirt with the companies name displayed proudly against her ample chest and instead of the skirt, or short shorts that were recommended she went with the a tight pair of black jeans and her always changing coloured chucks, tonight's choice were a custom pair painted to have the Tardis on each side. To her surprise the manager on site never seemed to really care, as her personality seemed to shine a little more and not that he'd ever tell her but the tee shirt clung to her curved body giving a more decent look then short shorts and a belly shirt would give.
Tonight the crowd seemed to come in drones causing both bars open. One directly by the stage while another smaller version in the corner for more of a quieter setting. Madilyn decided on the bar directly in front of the stage where she could watch and listen to the live bands and maybe get an eyeful of Jon before he left with another floozy for the evening. Working along with her was Seth; a two toned long haired, lighthearted and for that funny as hell guy who she considered a best friend. They had went to school and graduated with each other. Both even briefly tried dating but soon realized that they were more brother, sister then boyfriend, girlfriend. After the break up they had sworn to each other to remain friends even through the awkward moments. This had lead them to moving in with each other and work at the same bar, where he currently poured a glass of beer to a loud mouth man who clearly had a little too much.
The crowd began to cheer loud as Jon walked on the stage, and a woman screamed "I love you Dean!" which granted her a lazy smile before he grabbed onto the mic and took a breath in "How's everyone tonight?" he asked which caused another loud scream from the crowd of now overpopulated woman. "Good, we have some new stuff that maybe you guys would want to hear." he gave a wicked grin and then began to sing "A breathing machine is what I've become. No engine to rev in anger with hands to shake but no strength to hold onto purpose as these feet makes tracks, they don't fill big shoes and the shadow I cast will not make the news..." His voice was dark and husky as if the life of his being was being ripped out and as soon as it started the drums began to thump hard and the guitar screech to life and that's when the real soul crushing music began. The crowd cheered, and began to sway to the loud music even though the music wasn't necessarily a dance or sway kind of song.
The bar soon became a desolate area which gave Madilyn enough time to get lost in his words and lean against the bar with a hand firmly planted under her chin while watching him in awe as he clung onto the mic to bellow the song. What she would give to be with the legend even for one night.
Unaware, Seth stood beside her with a goofy smile across his lips; he teased "We don't like to get this part of the bar wet. So whatever it is you're doing, it has to stop, Madi." he ended by nudging her side to bring her back to planet earth.
Flinging the towel she had once been using towards him, she snorted "You are such an asshole, you know that?
"Ah huh." he rolled his eyes before looking over at Jon "It's not my fault you are like every other girl here when he comes onto the stage."
"I do not." she stated sharply "I'm not up there with them, I'm here. So just shut up and get back to work" she could feel her cheeks redden, with the poorly lit bar it wasn't noticeable, to her relief.
"Whatever you say, Madi" he said skeptically. Just as he was about to give her another shot a pair of women came to the bar at that exact moment and she couldn't be happier as Seth pulled out his charm to get a little extra in tips or maybe a phone number.
Madilyn took the escape from Seth to glance back towards Jon who to her surprise was looking at her or so at least she thought. Scrunching her brows in confusion she glanced behind herself to see only a few people who sat at the bar who were more occupied with their drinks and mindless chatter. Looking back towards the stage his eyes still met hers causing her to give a bashful smile. With all the nights he played at the bar she had never noticed him staring at her; more him scanning the crowd. Unable to handle the intense stare down she broke the stare to busy herself by helping anyone and everyone who came up to the bar, and when there was no one she replenished the stock for the bar.
One agonizing hour of non-stop work the band had finally finished their set and to Madilyn's relief the intensive stare from Dean was no longer felt. Smiling at her silly thoughts of him actually looking at her and not someone more attractive she helped the now busy bar. It was a blur of people who asked for their drinks and with a smile and a wink she happily served them in hopes that tonight she would make a lot more in tips.
"Hey Madi" Seth called over when her final customer was served "I'm swamped can you me help over here?" He reached for a bottle of beer from the cooler as he looked up at her with those puppy dog eyes.
"Yeah...sure" patting her apron to dry her hands off she walked over towards Seth who seemed to have accumulated more people then she had on her side.
"What can I get you?" she yelled over the crowd of people before even looking at the person in question which turned to be a mistake when she had laid eyes on Dean who stood in front of her.
"I'll get a rum and coke." he said loud enough for her to hear him.
Her eyes widened as she nodded "S-sure, I'll get that for you." turning her back from Jon she glared at Seth who looked at her with a know it all smirk plastered across his lips. He would pay for this one way or another. Quickly she poured the rum and coke into the glass then walked back over to him where he stood almost examining her. Feeling vulnerable she walked over to him and placed the glass in front of him, hoping not to spill any of the contents as she clumsily staggered on her feet "That will be $7.00".
Someone from his group gasped and screamed "Don't you know who he is and you're still making him pay?!"
She hadn't even thought that maybe the bar would give some sort of discount to artists, but her manager wasn't in and Seth as helpful as he was more interested in to the Double D blonde that was currently leaning across the bar to give him a better look at her ample chest.
Feeling lost, she looked from Seth to Dean, and then shrugged apologetically "Sorry, rules are rules. Even if Brad Pitt himself walked into this bar I wouldn't give him a tip."
That caused a laugh from Jon as he slapped down a twenty "Don't be sorry, rules are rules. I'm Jon and you are?"
"She's just some lowly bartender, Jon. Don't give her hope." a wispy blonde haired woman said as she leaned against the bar to get his attention. From where Madilyn stood she could smell the cheap perfume that radiated off the woman's body. It was a mix of roses, and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on not that she was all that interested in buying it.
Ignoring the words Madilyn dug into her apron to get his change in which he lifted his hand to protest "Madi, well Madilyn. But people around here call me, Madi." wanting to knock herself out for her insistent babble she stopped and smiled before she had said something along the lines of 'wow, you're a lot hotter up close' or 'you know hearing my name across those lips makes me want to eat you right up' - yeah, not something she'd want to say.
"Are you serious?" The female mumbled once she saw Jon get a little more comfortable at the bar.
"Madilyn." He repeated "I don't think I've ever met a Madilyn before. Nice to meet you." taking a sip of his drink he glared over at the female beside him who took the hint even with the loud sigh as she walked away.
"You too…" she said with a smile.
"Hey Madi, I need help over here!" Seth yelled bringing her back to earth for the second time that night.
Giving an apologetic smile towards Jon and a death glare towards Seth she busied herself with the swoon of customers that seemed to have showed up out of nowhere. Throughout the night Jon stayed close to the bar and even though she had to help other costumers she always managed to come back even if it was to say 'you doing well?' He had even stayed through the last call and as the last bit of people still lingered while they were cleaning up for the night, Madilyn had finally caught on. She was going to be the lucky girl at the end of the night and as tempting as it sounded she really didn't know.
"Alright guys, everyone out!' Seth said as he turned the lights on to show off the true nature of the place. There were a few groans but everyone listened and made their way out, besides Jon who still remained at the bar.
"That means you too, Rockstar." he pointed towards the door with an annoyed expression across his face.
"Oh right, sorry guys." placing his hands onto the bar he pushed himself off then began to walk towards Madilyn who was now sweeping the dance floor "Hey, Madilyn."
"Hmm?" Lifting her head to look up he was already standing in front of her. She hadn't realized how tall he really was until they were 'face to face'
"You want to do something after this? He asked hopeful.
"Well" she was about to answer when Seth stood behind him as he shook his head 'no' as if he had heard the stories "sure, what did you have in mind?"
A smile appeared from Jon as he stepped closer "We could go back to my place, listen to some music."
"Alright, I'll be finished in twenty. Just meet me outside." she smiled bright.
Nodding he left with his smile still intact much like Madilyn as she continued to sweep the floor.
"Damnit Madi. You really think that's the best idea?" Seth said as he put on his jacket to leave for the night. She hadn't even bothered to respond when they left. She would get a lecture from him later. Right now it was all about going with the flow.
Following Seth they stepped outside. The night air was humid and the moon still high in the sky giving the streets some added light. She hadn't noticed Jon until he spoke up "Hey" he said from the bench beside the bar.
Unable to contain the smile she looked down "Hey, sorry about being a little late."
Standing up, he gave a quick shrug of the shoulders "It's all good. It's actually kind of nice out here tonight. So it makes up for the long wait."
"Yeah, it's pretty nice outside. So, what do you want to do?" The words didn't seem to come out the way she had wanted them to, but it never seemed to faze Jon as he continued to look at her.
Another grin appeared as he looked down at her "Want to go back to my place?"
She hadn't needed to be asked twice, so she nodded and then began to walk towards her car. She had followed him, it was surprising to see that he was driving an old mustang and her honda that seemed a little too out of place even for her but it was a car and that's what really mattered. The drive was surprisingly short when he had stopped in front of an apartment complex. He had pointed for her to take the spot out front before he drove into the parkade. Once she had parked and made her way towards the door he was already there waiting for her.
"Come on in." he said opening the door and waiting for her as she stepped in. To her surprise the foyer was light up bright and two elevators stood prominent against the white and brass coloured panels.
Again it seemed so out of place for a punk music singer to live, but who was she to judge when she lived in a house that seemed too small for her and Seth to share. With a small smile she followed Jon as he walked towards the elevator and pressed the button for the elevator to come to the main floor.
"So…" she found herself saying as she fought the nerves and adrenaline that seemed to have kicked in that moment as she thought that she was here, with Jon in his apartment about to do something she's been fantasizing about nonstop.
The elevator doors opened at that moment and without a response from Jon he stepped in and waited for her to follow. Pressing for the third floor he glanced over at Madilyn who stood against the wall "What's your favourite movie?" he asked as the doors shut.
"Good question" she said in thought "I'd have to say Halloween. Actually, I take that back anything horror. I love a good horror movie." She had started to feel a little calmer as they stood in the elevator. Jon had his arms crossed over his chest, while she stood on the other side with her hands dipped into her jeans.
"I have the perfect one for you" he said as the door opened to reveal the floor filled with doors on each side and a picture of the skyline against the back wall. Stepping out of the elevator they walked down the hall as he fished out the set of keys to open the door.
It again seemed so out of place when the door opened to reveal a well-kept apartment, much too big for one man to live in. Holding out his hand for her to step in first, he waited as she passed him. To the right was the kitchen, the small table sat in the corner and a window that looked over the street below. On the other side was the living room, with a large television, coffee table with various books on top and a sectional sofa. Various pictures hung on the wall, from framed band posters, to scenery pictures like the one in the hall.
"This is beautiful." She found herself saying as Jon stood next to her.
"Welcome to my home." He shrugged off his shoes then walked towards the kitchen "You want a drink or anything?"
Following suit she kicked off her shoes and followed him into the kitchen "Sure, I'll just grab a water. Thanks"
She hadn't even heard him respond when she blinked her eyes, and now they were both sitting on the couch as an obscure horror movie played. Scrunching her brows by the sudden blip of one minute she was in the kitchen and now she was on the couch with Jon's arm around her.
"What?" she asked confused by the sudden change, maybe it was nerves and time just seemed to have slipped.
"Hmm?" he asked looking down at her to see her confused expression "You okay?"
Shaking her head as a small laugh escaped for thinking she was going crazy, she looked up at him "Nothing. What's this movie called again?"
"It's…" he began to say before her world blipped once more.
The setting changed again, this time the movie was over. Shaking her head again to clear her thoughts, they were now in a heated make out session. Her shirt was hiked up to reveal her dark purple bra and Jon leaving soft kisses along the way.
"I'm going to make you mine, Madilyn." She heard Jon say seductively. "Do you hear me, Madilyn?" he asked again even though his lips were pressed against her chest. How could she hear him so clear without a soft mumble or rumble of her skin.
"Yes…" she groaned when his fingers began to trace down her flat stomach towards the top button of her jeans.
"Good…" he growled deep before biting down on her chest causing her to yelp out loud "That's right, Madilyn."
"What the hell!" she screamed before sitting up to see the blood on his chin. It was…Her blood.
Trying her hardest she fought his grasp as he gave a bloodied smile "you are mine and mine a lone, Madilyn."
"NO!" she screamed loud as she sprung off the sofa and ran towards the door. A firm hand grasped her shoulder causing her to stagger slightly before spinning around to see the Seth standing with a worried expression.
"Madi? Are you okay? Madi?!" Seth asked shaking her softly in hopes that would bring her back.
Opening her eyes she looked up at Seth, and soon the sound of the live band began to play. She was at the bar; The Lunatic Fringe were still playing their songs and Seth who was looking down at her with a worried expression.
"Seth?" she asked looking up at him with tears in her eyes "Oh god, that was too real." She ended before pouring herself a shot of vodka.
"What happened? It's like you just blacked out for a minute there." He pushed for answers, and not wanting to scare her with her sudden hypnotic state as she stared at Jon as he played.
She shot the drink back in one swig and was soon pouring herself another; it was just a dream, a weird messed up dream "I'm going to run to the bathroom to throw some water on my face. I'll be back." She walked away from Seth, leaving him with the worried expression still across his face.
In the bathroom she found a vacant stall and stepped inside. Taking in a deep breath it felt so real she could still feel the bite Jon had given her. Swallowing hard she lifted her shirt out of curiosity to see if what she had was just a dream or if it was real and she was just losing her mind. Slowly she pulled her shirt up until her chest came into site. To her horror two small marks lay against her chest. It looked as if she was pricked from a pin. Laughing at herself, she swore softly "I just poked myself, that's it…That's it" she repeated before pulling down her shirt. There was no such thing as vivid dreams that were real, right?
So, what do you think? Keep it going?