Being twenty-two years old, working in a bar was not the best thing he could want. But it got the bills paid, it was always the same- he serve the people, maybe flirt with the girls and then clean up after the bar closed. That night wasn't any different; he was cleaning placing the chairs on the tables and swept underneath them. When he had heard the door opened, without looking up he had said "I'm sorry but we're closed."
"I know. But I'm afraid I left my purse." The man had to look up, because that voice sounded so angelic. His first thought was WOW, she is beautiful. Her flaming red hair, deep green eyes, he could see faint freckles that seemed to dance across his cheeks and nose. She was short, she came to my shoulders. He quickly realized they have been staring at each other for a while, so he pointed behind the bar. He had remembered that he had placed one there.
"I put on back behind the bar, I bet it's probably yours." She smiled at me, prefect white teeth shining. He smiled at her, and went back to sweeping.
"I hate it when I forget things." She commented, instead of walking behind the bar, she walked up to me, talking. He found it easy to talk to her; they talked about everything from what college she went to, some of her friends. And how her friend Izzy had made her come her for her twenty-first birthday. She asked him a couple questions that were basically the same.
Before he had to leave, he reached for her purse and held it above me while she reached for it. He smirked down at her as she began to pout. He actually had found it cute, but he had to keep my mind on the task at hand. And that was to get her to dance with him.
"You'll only get this back on one condition." As she asked what, he placed it down and asked for a dance. It was fairly easy with no one else there, and his hands felt like they belong on her waist and in her hand. The longer they had danced, the closer we got together.
After about three dances, he knew he wanted to see her again that this was the girl he'd been dreaming about. She was prefect to Jace, everything about her even if he could tell she had a dark past, we all had and he wanted to know everything about her. Jace wasn't going to use her, no he wanted to keep her and make sure no one else could.
Ever since that night she would stop by and watch him work. As they would always flirt with each other and pretend they didn't know each other, only for them to stay and clean up together after everyone was gone. Talking or dancing, was always our thing at the end of every day.
(2 years later)
Jace was still working at the same bar, but now he owned it instead of worked in it as a bartender. He now owned three bars fast as the owner of those bars had belonged to his birth father. Jace had told her friend Izzy to make sure Clary stopped by after her work. Everyone at the bar knew what he was planning and went along acting like a normal day, as they sent her on a little hide and sneak to find Jace.
They ended up where she started, on the dance floor. After people separated, Jace was on one knee waiting for her to be in front of me. When she stood in front of me he brought out a diamond ring out of his pocket shirt. He quickly looked down at it, before opening it and heard her gasp. He looked up at her, giving her a nervous smile.
"Clary Fray, Will you marry me?" Her hands went to her mouth, probably hiding a smile. She brought her hand down a bit. Everyone staring at us, waiting/ wanting her answer, like they knew how strong their love was for one another.
"This was the last thing I expected." Jace had felt his smile grow, because he did his job hiding it from her. She placed her hand in his, as to bring him up to her. She was all smiles as he saw this dangerous glint in her eye.
"I'll only marry you one on condition." She led Jace to the dance floor, like the first time they met and people- customers and employees- moved out of the way watching them work their way across the hard wood floors. It went exactly like the first time they met, the more they danced, the closer they had gotten.
Neither one of them could stop smiling, as she started freaking out a little. Talking about everything she now had to do, and Jace just let her rant. He loved hearing her voice, and he would let her plan her dream wedding because he was getting his dream girl.
I know the ending was a bit 'girly' but I didn't know how to end it. I had writers block for one of my stories and this was what came out of it, when a song called 'We Danced' by Brad Paisley was playing and I decided to write about it. And its SUPER short, as the song was too. But I think I did pretty well. It's a country song, but I suggest you listen to it, maybe you'll understand it better? IDK. But here are the lyrics, like the last song I did use a few lyrics, but I also tried to stay away from it. So… Thank you for reading and please Review.
Lyrics for We Danced:
The bar was empty
I was sweeping up the floor
That's when she walked in
I said, "I'm sorry but we're closed"
And she said "I know,
But I'm afraid I left my purse"
I said, "I put one back behind the bar
I bet it's probably yours"
And the next thing that I knew
There we were, lost in conversation
And before I handed her her purse
I said, "You'll only get this back on one condition"
And we danced
Out there on that empty hardwood floor
The chairs up and the lights turned way down low
The music played, we held each other close
And we danced
And from that moment
There was never any doubt
I had found the one
That I had always dreamed about
And then one evenin'
When she stopped by after work
I pulled a diamond ring out of the pocket of my shirt
And as her eyes filled up with tears
She said, "This is the last thing I expected"
And then she took me by the hand
And said, "I'll only marry you on one condition"
Like no one else had ever danced before
I can't explain what happened on that floor
But the music played
We held each other close
And we danced
Yeah, we danced
