You guys are so nice Thank you, my reviewers, because you all make me so happy ^_^ But anyway, here is your second chapter ^u^ AND IM SORRY THERES A TEEENSY BIT OF JOHN/VRISKA… just a little bit {:P
You realize you never even got his name. Oh well, he'll just have to be Annoying Neighbor, for now. You finish unpacking, making our new home-away-from-home a bit more cozy and comforting. Now you guess it was time to find out where you'll be working.
You sounded almost… responsible. You shudder. You usually didn't ever have a care in the world. Maybe being on our own is taking its affect. Only Three more months, Johnny-Boy. Grabbing your keys and wallet, you head out to your car, which was considerably expensive, but apparently you have no sense in cars either, because it wasn't any sports car. It was a Jeep. It was navy blue and sparkling. You sure liked it.
As soon as you exit your apartment, you run into Annoying Neighbor. Instantly poising yourself as all rich kids know how, you stride down the hall. He turns to you and he smirks, arching an eyebrow. You wonder what he's thinking. Right as you walk past him, he makes his move.
"Is something wrong with your face?" He was referring to the snobby look upon your face. You stop mid-step and glare at him. He puts his palms out in a 'no offense' gesture, though you knew he meant every word. You say the first thing that comes to your mind, which is never that wise.
"Maybe you should mind who you're dealing with, because obviously you have no idea."
These word drip from your lips like venom, but don't seem to faze this guy. He smirks and steps closer to you, causing you to lean back, rocking on your heels.
"'Guess I don't. Care to tell, Princess?"
…Boy, his Texan drawl is irritating. You grit your teeth and narrow your eyes. He called you 'princess'. Oh hell no.
"I'm John Egbert, do some research on me, and maybe I'll reward you with a few bucks for the effort, I can see you need the cash."
And with that said, you turn and walk away. You turn around and call back to him to keep down the music. You hide your smirk and finally get to your car. You catch a red motorcycle parked beside your Jeep in out of the corner of your eye. You also see annoying Neighbor mounting this vehicle. He… drives a motorcycle? How typical. It probably cost him his entire savings. You chuckle to yourself, but you quickly stop when he salutes sarcastically to you. Well then.
As you drive out of the parking lot and onto the road, you realize that he was probably going to his job or something. Before you get to far, you pull out your phone and call your dad; he never told you where it was you were working exactly. You tap his contact on your phone and place it to your ear.
"Dad?"
"John? Is something wrong? Are you calling to complain?"
He has so much faith in you.
"No. You never told me where I was working."
"Ah. Yes, you're going to work at a very popular club in the down town area. I hear its very nice. However, the name escapes me."
"…okay."
"Bye, son."
"Bye."
You end your conversation there. You know the place he's talking about, and it was quite nice. Its name was something about clocks and heat or something.
When you pull in, it's obvious that it's more of a night club, because no one was really there. Another thing you notice right away is that damn motorcycle. Annoying Neighbor's. Great. You wonder what the heck he does here. Could he be the janitor? You couldn't imagine that, but it would give you a good laugh. Parking and walking into the club, your welcomed by a blonde haired girl that reminds you of Annoying Neighbor, except a much more composed and polite.
"I'm Rose. Welcome to Heat and Clockwork. John, right?"
"Yeah…"
"Your father arranged for you to be the head bartender. You will be fifth in command, After Dirk, the manager; Roxy, the Co-manager; Me, the Supervisor; and Dave, the DJ. Then there's the janitor, but he is never really around when we're open, so I might as well not introduce him." She finishes.
…You didn't know if you liked all these people in command in front of you. Suddenly Annoying Neighbor walks by, holding a stack of papers. His eyes land on you almost automatically. His eyebrows rise in amusement. You grit your teeth.
"Is Princess joining us?" …So he had given you a nick name. You figure you should be the civil one and you hold out your hand.
"John Egbert. And your name is…?" Smiling a bit derpily, you wait for him to shake your hand. Shifting the stack of papers to the other hand, he does.
"Dave Strider."
Your breath hitches. He was higher in the pecking order than you. This did not sit well with you at all. He's smirking as if he can see right into your head. Jerk. Rose then shoos him away and he scampers off into an office. You wonder if he can DJ well. He probably can't, but you just say this to make you feel better. As she (Rose) gives you a tour, you notice how much red and gears there are… but you suppose it ties in with the name. There is a stage in the center as soon as you walk in, with a dance floor shadowing it, skirted with little bar tables. You are led to the main bar where you will be bar tending.
You remember when you first mixed a drink. It had been for your dad and a lady friend of his. She taught you everything you know. (this would probably be a good time to say that Roxy and Ms. Lalonde will be different characters… ehehe) You can make anything into an alcoholic beverage, pretty much. However, you never really considered this a talent. All it was, was a few things thrown together and bang. You had a flaming drink.
"We open in an hour, so you might wanna get situated until then. It gets pretty crowded here." And with that, Rose gives you a wry smirk and walks off to her office. Dealing with drunk people will be so fun. Your prankster instincts will go wild! You get behind the counter and familiarize where all the ingredients are. With your back to the stage and your thoughts focus on the epic pranks you'll pull, you don't notice Dave coming up behind you.
"I'll take a water."
You glance at the clock. 30 minutes until opening. Turning around, you see Anno-… Dave, sitting at a bar stool and smoldering you from behind his shades. You smirk and lean on the counter towards him.
"Are you sure? That's a strong drink, Mr. Strider. You might not be able to drive home."
"You're concerned about my safety? How sweet."
"I never said 'You might not be able to drive home SAFELY.'"
"Nice apron."
"Go to hell."
You turn around, pretending to be irritated, but in reality, you're smiling. He had his moments, didn't he?
"Excuse me, I didn't get my water yet."
Rolling your eyes and dropping two ice cubes into a small glass, you fill it with water. You didn't think this bar had water. Most don't. You turn around and slide the glass to him. He catches it with ease. You lean back against the opposite counter and watch him sip the water away. You begin to zone out and wonder why he wears those shades.
"Yo. Egbert? You still there…?"
You're brought to attention when Dave throws a half-melted ice cube at your face. The inhuman sound of disgust escapes your lips as you tumble to the side. Dave laughs and comes around to help you up. After glaring at him, you allow him to help you up.
A few people come in and Dave nods at you.
"Show time, Princess." Is all he says before jogging to his turn-tables on the stage. He turns on some remix (think along the lines of Swedish House Mafia One, the original remix.) Within the first minutes of opening, people are pouring in and dancing like crazed animals. You have made a range of exotic drinks and met a range of exotic people. One girl was even hitting on you. You think her name was Vriska or something. Yeah, she was way drunk.
But, somehow she got you onto the dance floor. You flung your apron at the bar as she drags you into the crowd. She immediately starts grinding on you, and you play along. You notice you're at the front of the dance floor where it meets the stage. You notice Dave staring at you. What did he want? The party was like an extremely alcoholic drink itself, because your better judgment is clouded. You begin to give Dave a sort of little show. You shoot him seductive looks every now and then, and he notices.
You're not sure if it was just the lighting, but you swear you saw him blushing. All you know is not 5 minutes later, that girl was thrown out by a certain DJ. You wonder if his excuse would be 'She was disturbing the peace.' You return to your bar and you serve the people like you were supposed to. At closing time, which was about 3:00am, Dave comes over to you, kinda stiff looking.
All of your fellow staff members were gone already. He comes behind the counter and sits on the counter. His next words are firm and passively - demanding.
"You looked like you were having fun with that girl on the floor." You almost drop the glass you were cleaning. A blush quickly covers your cheeks. Brushing this comment off, you turn around and put he glass back on the shelf and pretend to look for another one.
"Yeah. She was ok." Suddenly he's at your side.
"Okay…? You don't sound too satisfied" He whispers into your ear. You shiver and take off your apron and grab your keys, leaving.
"Meh." It takes everything you are to make your voice not shake. As you open the door to exit the club, You look back at Dave, who was still standing at the Bar, looking at the dance floor thoughtfully. Climbing into your Jeep, you can't help but wonder about Dave. Was he coming onto you? You push that thought away. You had never thought about sexuality. Being a rich homeschooled child, it had never been on the thinking topic.
When you get to your apartment, you collapse onto your bed and fall asleep almost. Your last thought, however, is Dave. And in the back ground, You can hear the faint pumping of bass from your neighbor's apartment.
… well, I honestly don't know where this plot will go, but *shrug* I hope you enjoyed this pretty long-ish chapter. feed back, please! I was kinda sick of John being the helpless one in the relationship… so I don't know what you awesome people will think of my version of him {:D