A Night Unlike Any Other

A chance encounter in a seedy bar late one night sparks the flames between two old lovers. While some things have changed completely since they parted ways, others haven't at all. R/M modern AU

This is a stand-alone sequel to ' The Morning after The Night Before'

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Prologue

Alright, so a couple of hours ago I managed to make a complete and utter fool out of myself in front of a certain someone… a girl, alright… this is a story about a girl..... (isn't it always eh?!)

Who is she you might ask?!

Let me put it like this: she's someone I had not seen for years, someone I'd been missing (longing for even) for ages without realizing it…. she is someone who is best described as an angry ex girlfriend with a nasty right hook and a possible grudge.

Got your attention now, didn't I? Don't worry I'll tell you all about it in a second or two, but let us start form the beginning. Let's start with the premises for this story …

Imagine a bar scene, imagine a smokey, dimly-lit, music-thumping atmosphere. Now add a stage, a stripper pole and a couple of scantily-clad female dancers… I could go on, but I think you're getting the picture.

Now we have the setting for this story, let's meet the lady, shall we?! Her name is Marian by the way and don't let her attitude fool you, she's a sharp girl, and she knows what she's doing. She's a real lady and as for me, ha you'll see…..

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"Hey babe, what's the price these days?"

The question startled the young waitress. She almost tripped over her clumsy feet as she whirled around to face the owner of the deep, raspy, masculine voice that had just spoken.

"Excuse me… what can I get you?," she asked and quickly dug through the front pocket of her uniform in search for something to write on.

"The price for your time, babe. How much do you want?"

"Oh…More than you can afford!," the girl answered, her blue eyes narrowing as she gave him a once over. The bar was smoky and dimly lit and she had to strain her eyes to make out the details of the short, rather plump, auburn-haired stranger that was blocking her way. There was something condescending about the grin on his face, and he looked like he was entirely capable of being a royal pain.

"Oh, come on, loosen up! I've been watching you all night," he told her with a smug tone and placed a heavy hand on her bare shoulder.

"That must have been pretty boring." She slapped his hand away with a humorless laugh. "You see the pole up there?!," she said and pointed towards the small stage at the far end of the room. "In case you haven't noticed there is a half-naked woman dancing around that thing as we speak. Take my advice and go watch her instead of bothering me while I'm working… "

"Nah, that's not for me…. I'm more interested in a private show. If you know what I mean?!," he told the waitress and paused long enough to wiggle his eyebrows suggestively at her. "How about we go some place where we can be alone?!"

She rolled her eyes at him. "I'm flattered but I can't leave, I'm working, remember?!"

He thought for a moment. "But you're allowed to take bathroom breaks, aren't you?! Come on, I'll walk you to the restrooms," he suggested and quickly grabbed a hold of her arm and started pulling her (not-so-gently) towards the staircase that lead down to the first floor.

"Wait, hold up!, " the girl protested, franticly scanning the bar in search for someone or something to come to her rescue. Kicking and screaming was out of question, this man out-weighed her by at least 50lbs or so… and besides it was common knowledge that girls that caused scenes never stayed long on the payroll…

Forcing a smile in his direction she batted her eyelashes at him. "No need for this to get ugly. I'm sure we can work something out!"

"I knew you would come around, sweetheart…I promise I'll make it worth your time!, " he chuckled with delight and released his hold on her arm somewhat.

"Okay fine, hot stuff. You got yourself a deal. It's £15 for a lapdance, add another 30 and I'll throw in a handjob, anything else is out of question. My clothes stay on the whole time and I pick the place," the young girl quickly rattled off and nervously glanced over her shoulder as she began steering them towards an empty booth in a remote corner of the bar.

It was a Friday night and the place was fairly crowded but with the big show still only half-way through, all attention was focused on the girls parading on the main stage. The music was pounding louder than ever and the back of the room was dark and more or less deserted. But at least bringing him there was a better (not to mention safer) option than taking it to a bathroom stall or even worse, a car parked somewhere outside…

"Let's get comfortable!," the young girl suggested and lowered her voice to a husky purr as she slowly backed him up against a table.

"What, wait! You want to get busy right HERE?," the man gulped in surprise as the girl began to unbuckle his belt.

"Aw, come on, stud!," she smiled, alluringly, as she whipped his belt out of his belt-loops. "You're not shy, are you?"

"Me, shy? Never!!!" He threw back his head and laughed, his Adam's apple bobbing wildly.

"Good, then you won't mind if I do this…" With the speed of a striking cobra she yanked his pants down around his ankles and kneed him in the groin as hard as she could.

The man gave one startled groan of pain and collapsed on the floor at her feet.

"I may work in a strip club but there are still things in this world that no money can buy!," she told him between clenched teeth before she swirled around and took off as fast as her high heels and tight skirt would allow.

She scolded herself for not seeing this coming. She should have known better. She had been warned, after all. She knew there was a group of eight, maybe ten, men seated in a booth near the slot machines and the black jack tables that had been following the latest events with great interest. They seemed harmless, card-carrying members of the loud, drunk and obnoxious, but mostly harmless. Never the less the young girl knew they needed to be set straight. Tilting her chin stubbornly, she forced herself to stay calm as she quickly approached their table.

"I believe that sleazy friend of yours just lost a bet. Make sure he pays because what you saw out there might very well have cost me my job, but you know what?! It was worth it," she told them in a voice colder than stone.

Her words were met with snickers and a couple of raised eyebrows. One or two even had the decency to look a little shame-faced, but no one met her eyes and no one spoke...

Finally one of them cleared his throat. "Marian, are you okay? We did not mean to get you into any kind of trouble."

The correct use of her name, the slight accent, the sound of his voice… it caught her off guard… Her eyes widen with recognition as they landed on the familiar face of the man she had once considered the love of her life.

"YOU! I should have known!!! Why am I even surprised?! I bet you're enjoying this, you sick fucking bastard, " the girl practically exploded in anger.

Some things never change… She always did have an explosive personality… The shouting of insults and obscenities went on for a minute or two before the bar manager showed up and escorted the girl away from the table, but if you think the story ends here you're mistaken because this is only the beginning….

Oh, and in case you haven't guessed it yet, the 'fucking bastard' (as the lady so eloquently put it) is me, Robin Locksley. Nice to meet you…