Hey lovely people! :3 First of all, there will be smut in this story, but not too soon, because I don't think that Daryl is a person to just get someone else laid in a heartbeat. So if you expect this to be a quick oneshot, you have to look for another story.

This day started pretty normal, well, normal for me. Just like everyday, I was sleeping by day and waking up late in the afternoon.

I looked into the mirror and checked my appearance, before I made my way to the shower. As always, I needed about 20 minutes. I stepped out of the shower but I still didn't feel clean and good, as it would be usual after having a shower.

I looked into the mirror again, staring at myself, judging myself. My green eyes looked like I didn't sleep in months and my bright brown hair fell over my shoulders in wet streaks. I took my time to dry them and tried my best to comb them, but it was – as always – hopeless.

'Guess I'll be rocking the homeless grandma look again.', I thought to myself. I knew I always had to be as pretty as possible, so I tried my best by putting a lot of make-up on.
5 minutes later I looked at myself and started laughing. Holy cow, what the fuck did I do to my face. I looked ridiculous! My Homeless grandma look was now completed with a „person who got attacked by a lunatic make-up artist"- make-up.

I went to the kitchen, because I remembered I haven't had breakfast yet, so I opened the fridge and found two slices of pizza from the day before.
After having my fast meal I fortunately remembered to brush my teeth. The customers and my boss wouldn't be pleased if I smelled like vodka, shame and pizza out of my mouth.

A short glare at the clock told me that I was probably going to be way too late again. 'Fuck. I really have to hurry now', I thought. I stumbled out of my flat while putting on my shoes and ran to the bus stop.
The bus driver saw me running towards the bus and waited for me to jump in. What a nice, but rare happening. With a mumbled „Thanks" and a smile I headed to the back of the bus. 'Maybe I'll actually be punctual this time. What a miracle.', I thought.
I got out of the bus after a 10 minute drive and entered the place where I earn my money. I'm working in a strip bar. Guess as what – exactly, not as a barkeeper.

I'm one of the strippers. And my boss wants his stripper girls to be punctual. Not really one of my best features. This day seemed to be my lucky day, because I usually arrive too late in 89% of the cases. Not this time, though.
When I got in, Lou, my boss, cocked an eyebrow at me. „Whoa, Jade. What happened? Did your flat burn down? You're punctual." I sticked my tongue out and boxed him into his right shoulder while I walked to a chamber where I put my coat and my bag.

The guests were all supposed to come in within the next minutes so I already started getting ready on the stage. I mostly strip for fat or married men and sometimes even for attractive men, but the last case is more rare than the first one.

That's why I was so surprised, when that man, with remarkably strong arms and a really attractive face with intense blue-green eyes entered the strip bar and sat down on a chair right besides the dancing stage.
I was the opening act this evening, dancing to the first song, „I love Rock 'N Roll" by Joan Jett and the bar was quite full already.
He stared at me as shamelessly as any other man does. Like he wanted to undress me with his eyes. By this moment, I didn't know what would happen later that night. I expected this to be one of the nights where I'd be watching some crappy romantic movie and then end up falling asleep on the sofa, hugging a vodka bottle.

Anyway, I kept dancing, the songs kept playing and he kept staring. Even though I reminded myself not to have sex with customers – the number one rule in our bar – I had a hot, twisted feeling in my stomach when I looked at him.

Everytime when he realized, that I was looking at him, a slight smirk appeared on his face. Anything about that man was fascinating. He seemed to be kind of shy but still looked like a bad boy.

After some time and even more removed pieces of clothes, I heard that my fifth song was over and that meant I had to leave the stage to make room for the next girl, Mia. She ran onto the stage with a squeak and started dancing and singing along to some Britney Spears song.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the man stand up from his chair. This confused me a little bit, because Mia was the favorite girl from all customers, I was only voted to be rank two.
I moved over to the bar after I had put on my regular clothes again and removed my crappy make-up.
„Oi, Mike! Gimme a Jack!" Mike looked up from his porn magazine. „Jade, you still owe me about 50 bucks, my dear. I'm afraid I'll never see that money in my lifetime."
Ugh. This was no news to me, Mike always muttered about this. „Mikey, please! I've had a tough day, you know? I'd love to have one little Jack before I go home. Please?" Mike smiled at me and I thought I was getting closer to having my drink. „No."

I let out a sigh. „Pleeeeaaaase! I need the money I earned to pay some bills and if some money is left, I'll pay you the 50 bucks! I promise!" Mike arched an eyebrow. „Jade, my dear. That's what you promise me everytime. And yet, I haven't seen my 50 bucks. Just go home." „Hey, does that mean I'm not trustworthy? I didn't remember that you're such a disrespectful motherfucker! You know what, Mikey? Suck my dick!"
Mike shook his head. „Go home, Jade."

„Alrighty then, you sucker!" I stood up and was about to put my jacket on, when I heard a raspy voice. „I'll pay that lovely lady her drink."

I looked up, right into the face of that attractive guy. He smiled at me and I smiled back, a little bit confused. „Uh, may I know your name? I mean, you're so nice to pay my drink and - ..."
His smile became a grin. „Daryl. That's a good name to scream at night, don't ya think?", he said, looking down at the table and then right back into my eyes.
I felt like I was about to faint, like some teenage girl meeting a rockstar. To my defense, he kind of had a rockstar attitude and I wasn't so long gone from my teenage years.

He took a sip from his drink, looking at me and then on my untouched Jack. „Don't you want to drink your Jack? I've already paid it and I don't expect anything in return." While saying that, he smiled mischieviously and I knew he was lying.
„Do you wanna get me drunk?" He let out a throaty laugh. „Oh hell no. Drunk sex is terrible."
My eyes widened and the only thing I could say was „Wait... What?... Did you put something in my drink, or what makes you so sure about the fact that you'll get down with me tonight?"
He laughed again. „Nah, don't worry, woman. I'm gonna get ya laid without drugging you. You'll say yes and come with me voluntary."

I looked over to Mike, to make sure he wasn't listening, but he obviously was. „Okay. Even if I should say yes, it wouldn't be such a great thing for you, I'm sure about that. I'm not that experienced with men."
„Darlin', I'll teach ya a few things. This'll be the best night of your life." I grinned at him. „You're not the first person promising me this. In 90% of the cases I've yet been pretty disappointed in the end."
„You'll have to give it a try, my dear! I won't stop until you scream my name in delight." I looked at him with still widened eyes and drank my Jack at once.

He definetely got me curious, I had to admit that. It would be a nice variety to my normal evenings anyway. I made a pro and con list in my mind and didn't find too many cons. The only thing I said was: „Your place or mine?"

I know, this might seem like a quick thing now, but just keep reading and you'll see what is about to happen. I hope you've liked it so far. You don't need to leave reviews if you don't feel like it, but I appreciate every single one :3