At the bar sat numerous familiar faces, the regulars of Midnight Muse. They all congradulated Katrina on her first dance of the night, as per usual. She greeted and thanked them with a friendly face, smile securly in place. She hated this part, to be honest. Socal situations was not really her cup of tea. It was a good thing she prefered coffee. The only reason for acting the way she was now was because Pheonix said it kept the customers coming in. 'No one wants to see a dancer with a scowl on her face.' The words echoed, causing Katrina to mentally roll her eyes. No one came to look at her face. They wanted to watch girls dance around on the stage as if they had something to offer. It would not have mattered what kind of face she was making, as long as she continued to dance.
"You 'er grreat, 'iss Kat." One of the regulars slurred, obviously already having too much to drink. Katrina forced out a laugh, patting him on the shoulder.
"Thank you, Josh. Careful on the alcohol, hun." She warned him with a smile, to which she got a nice heartfilled laugh in return. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to get some fresh air."
Katrina made her way outside, in the back of the club, and pulled out a pack of cigarette's. Slipping one out and placing it in her mouth, she began to search her pockets for her lighter. With a frown, her hand dipped into the other pocket. 'Where the hell is it?" Now annoyed that she was going to have to go back inside to see if she left it in the changing room, the raven haired dancer began to pull the cigarette out of her mouth.
"Need a light?"
The sudden voice threw her off guard, but not wanting to risk losing her smoke break, she nodded. The man flicked the red lighter and igninted the tip, to which Katrina gratefully inhaled. Green eyes shut in bliss before opening again to find the man lighting his own cigarette.
"Thanks." Her composure quickly changed when she rememered that this man may be a customer, or a fan. The smlie was put back on her face, reaching all the way to hers eyes. Practice makes perfect. "I owe you one." The man chuckled, catching her off guard once again.
"If you want to owe me, you can drop the façade. I won't tell." He winked as he leaned against the back of the building, inhaling the cancer stick. Katrina watched him for a moment before letting the smile drop from her face. Oh, she did not trust him in the slightest, but if he was going to let her smoke in peace then she could deal with the worries later.
"I'll be waiting for your second dance." The unnamed man turned and walked back inside of the building, leaving Katrina to stare at him in wonder. Was this another creeper?