Author's Note: A big thanks for the two great reviews I have received so far, they encourage me to keep at it. Again, I don't own anyone from the WWE (Darn it! If I did I'd have a load of money and I'd have more time to write, lol), so since I don't…please don't sue me! Anyways, on with Chapter 2!
"Dominic, these bouncers are killing me! Seriously, they might actually be the cause of my death one of these days! None of them were around last night when the fight broke out, what is the point of paying these jackasses, if they aren't going to be around to do their jobs? Luckily, I was right there or we really could have had an issue, as it was, one of our patrons got punched in the face; granted, if he had stayed out of it like I told him to it wouldn't have happened, but that's not the point. I loved bouncing when that's what you were paying me to do, don't get me wrong, but now I shouldn't have to keep jumping in so that the place doesn't get trashed." Kat gave the older man an exhausted look as she decompressed. Dominic listened patiently and smiled at her. "I know. I will have a talk with them before we open tonight, I promise. Two of them are new…maybe it's a training issue, just be patient for a bit longer. We can't afford to fire them right now and have to go out and hire new bouncers." He patted her lightly on the shoulder. "What would I do without you, Kat? I just don't know the answer to that." Dominic gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before returning to his desk. "You should take tonight off, you look tired."
Kat glared at him sarcastically, "Why, so you can get DJ Kill joy in here? Please, we don't need to be chasing people away. He has that talent and that's the only talent he has." Kat smiled, she could not stand the guy they hired to fill in as the DJ when she was gone. His idea of good music was pop from the 80's; no one went to a nightclub to listen to that stuff anymore. Kat played the biggest hits, having made friends with many artists; she sometimes even got to debut new music. It's what made her so good at her job. She put her feet up on the other desk in Dominic's office, Dominic owned Club Emerald, he had opened it 15 years ago and it was still going strong.
Kat had met Dominic O'Brien when she was 13; he found her one evening hiding in the alley behind the club, looking through the window at the people enjoying themselves. Kat used to hide in the alley to escape her drunk, abusive adopted father. She enjoyed hearing the music and watching the people dancing inside. When Dominic found her she had been afraid that he would call her adopted parents, but he never did. In fact, as weeks and months passed, he allowed her to come into the kitchen of the club and help the dishwashers or just enjoy a snack. One night, Kat didn't show up in the alley behind the club and it concerned Dominic. He had figured out that there must be some kind of abuse happening, although she refused to talk about it. The next morning it was on the news, a local cop had shot his wife and then himself, the only survivor was their adopted daughter, who had been attacked, but managed to escape and run for help. The news report said that the girl had been taken by child protective services. Dominic could not stand the thought of Kat being in foster care so he went and petitioned to become her legal guardian. Kat had been with Dominic since, working her way through the various jobs in the club. Everything from waitressing to bartending and bouncing; finally she became the club's DJ and was one of the main reasons the club was able to remain in business. She packed the customers into the club every night she worked and when she wasn't the difference was noticeable.
Kat and Dominic continued their conversation, teasing each other back and forth about various things; Thomas the bartender and one of Kat's closest friends stopped in the doorway and smiled. Kat and Thomas had become fast friends when he started working there. Thomas who made no attempt to hide the fact he was gay enjoyed calling himself her boyfriend. Other than Dominic, Thomas was the only one who knew about her horrific childhood. He was her closest friend and he always looked out for her, he also happened to be her favorite dance partner. "Hey gorgeous, I found something that belongs to you!" Thomas grinned at Kat.
"Oh yeah? What's that, stealing my lingerie again?" Kat smirked at him, but it soon faded when he brought the large bouquet of roses from behind his back. "You brought me flowers…is it our anniversary?" Kat chuckled.
"They aren't from me you naughty vixen! Here, look for yourself…there's a card." He set the roses on the desk next to her and waited. Dominic also took a keen interest in the flowers. "Well, don't keep us men waiting…who is sending you roses?" He grinned, knowing who had sent them, since he had provided the address to send them to. Kat pushed her legs off the desk and reached for the card, she paused for a moment before opening it, knowing it would drive Thomas nuts. Sliding her finger along the small card she pulled it out of the envelope. For Kat, the beautiful woman with the big set Thanks for an interesting evening! Hope to get a chance to spend another one getting to know you better. Mark Calaway. She thought for a moment and realized it was the biker guy who had taken the punch. She read the card to Thomas who immediately started howling with laughter. "How is it I can't get a boyfriend to send me roses, but you can manage to get a guy who took a punch in the face meant for you to send them to you? I just don't understand." Thomas laughed.
Kat sat looking at the vase of roses, they were beautiful and unexpected. She actually really felt bad that she had screamed at him now, but maybe that was his hope. She flipped the card over hoping to find some way of getting in touch with him, but there was nothing. Kat felt she at least needed to thank him for the flowers, she thought for a second. Kat grabbed the phone and called the florist who had arranged the roses. "Uh yes, hello...my name is Katherine, I'm Mark Calaway's assistant; yes I'm sure they were beautiful, he'll be very happy. I needed to call you and find out what contact information he gave you. Yes…you are so right, he'd forget his own name sometimes if I wasn't around to remind him. No…that address is correct…Yes…got the number and he was correct in saying that was his cell number. Well thank you so much for your help, Cindy, I appreciate it. Yes…it is nice for once that he remembered everything correctly. Oh I'm sure she'll adore them, thank you again for your help. Goodbye." Kat hung up the phone and looked at the two stunned men. "That was simple and look…I have his cell phone number!" Kat grinned and considered what to do next.
