I was driving from work when my phone rang.
"Oh, come on! Can't I have one God damn drive home without someone calling me?!"
My day at work wasn't really god so I was pretty pissed.
"Yes?", I answered harshly, holding the phone with one hand while slowly turning the wheel with the other.
"Wow, what crawled up your ass and died?"
I rolled my eyes at the comment, "Bad day at work. What do you want Jason?"
"I thought Wayne was a good boss?"
"Jason, I'm driving so please skip to the point."
"Oh, sorry . . .I wanted to ask you if you have any plans for tonight."
"No, not really, why?"
"Then come to As. Rose, Danny, Mark and I are heading there right now."
I made a face, "I don't know."
"Oh, come on. It will be fun."
I sighed, "Okay. Where's that place?"
"I will send you directions to your phone."
"Deal. See you soon.", and with that I hung up, putting my phone on the holder and turning the music a bit up.
I wasn't really dressed for the 'occasion' but I was not about to drive home to change my shirt and put some high heels. A few minutes later my phone rang again and I saw Joshua's name on ti.
"Hey there stranger.", I answered with a smile.
"Hey honey. Going home from work?"
"Actually . . .I'm going out."
"Really? That's nice."
"Yea, Jason called and I said 'yes'."
"I can only imagine how the conversation went by.", I heard him chuckle.
"Yea, well . . .I have to give up every once and a while."
"I agree. Listen, I'm coming home tomorrow morning."
I stopped the car on a parking lot and continued the conversation, "That's great news."
"Yes it is . . .and I thought that we could spend the weekend together . . .in a hotel room . . .with a pool and a Jacuzzi."
"Mmmm, I like it. The idea sounds wonderful."
"I hoped it will. Plaza hotel at 10?"
"See ya there honey."
"Can't wait. Have a good night out. Love you, bye."
"Bye."
I hung up and saw that Jason has send me the directions so I pulled out of the parking lot and followed the directions, feeling exited for tomorrow.
Joker's p.o.v.
The club was almost full. I was sitting with Joey, talking about business and looking around occasionally.
"Where's Harley?", Joey asked.
"She's in here, somewhere."
He nodded and continued, "What will you do about Deadshot's offer?"
"I'm gonna think about it. You know I don't like to hurry business."
"I know J."
It's not that I liked Joey but I tolerated him. He was smart, good at his job and loyal. A conversation with him now and then helped me clear my head around some stuff.
I looked around once again and realized that Harley's been missing for quite a while so I stood up to look down to the dance floor. I scanned the room but couldn't find her. I felt my blood boil and my temper rise so I stretched my neck.
Damn woman. She doesn't listen to anything I say. It's like a have a child by my side.
Scanning the room once again, my eyes landed on a girl that was pretty different form the others. She had short hair but since it was dark, I couldn't quite define the color. The outfit was, in fact, that draw my attention. While every girl in the club was wearing a dress, she had a red and white American College vest and some light colored jeans. Her hair was down and she was talking with some man at the bar, smiling at something he just said.
"Interesting.", Joey interrupted my thoughts.
"What?", I looked at him.
"The girl. She good."
I looked back at her and yes, she was good. Something special about her.
"Well, there you are puddin'.", I heard Harley's voice behind me so I turned around.
"And where the hell where you?!", I raised my tone a bit.
She smiled at me and gave me a hug, "No need to be jealous. You know I'm all yours.", she whispered and gave me a kiss. I turned around only to see our mystery girl looking at me. I smirked and she looked away.
Spencer's p.o.v.
I was talking to Mark when we heard someone yelling so a few of us looked up.
No freaking way!
"Mark, who is the owner of the club?", I asked him, still looking up.
"I don't know . . .why do you ask?"
In that moment, Joker looked at me and smirked, so I looked back at Mark.
"What?", he asked confused and I pulled my phone out, entering the name of the club in the google search. I opened a few articles and confirmed my suspicions.
"Bruce is going to kill me.", I told Mark before looking back up, only to see he was still looking at me.
Fuck my life . . .