Once at the club, you walk Tessa over to the bar and ask the bartender to watch her, then head over to your booth and start mixing tunes. You keep your eye on Tess. You don't know why, but you can't seem to look away, and it takes you a few minutes to realize someone was trying to talk to you.
"Huh?"
"I said, are you David Strider?" A young man with wild bedhead asked.
"Call me Dave," You reply, shouting over the music and offering the stranger your hand. He took it and shook.
"Are you Tessa's new roommate?" He asked.
"Who wants to know?"
"My name is Gabe Makara, bro. I got motherfucking find that bitch." He asked. His eyes were a dark indigo.
"Are you wearing pajama pants?" You inquire, incredulous.
"That doesn't motherfucking matter bro." He sounds sort of jolly, but says "motherfuck" too much. You point over to the bar.
"She's hanging out by the bar."
"Thanks, Dave was it?"
"Yeah..." You nod and he wanders off to the bar. You were pretty sure the guy was stoned and watch as he tapps Tessa's shoulder and Tess jumped. You watch as her face contorts into a scowl. She says something and turns away from him. He looks pretty pissed off by her comment and grabs her shoulder, turning her around. You don't catch what they say, but you know they're yelling now. And they terrified the bartender. Then after a few minutes, you see Tessa try to push past him and him shove her back against the bar. You drop your headphones and run to the bar. When you reach the bar, Gabe is on the ground with a bloody nose and some of the blood is on Tessa's hand.
"Tessa? Tessa what happened?" You ask, putting an arm around her.
"Dave? Can we go home?" You can feel her trembling and gently lead her away.
"Yeah, we can go. No need to worry."
Once you both reach the apartment, she sits on the couch. You grab some paper towels before sitting next to her. Slowly you take her hand and start cleaning off the blood.
"Now... I know it's none of my business what happened at the club Tessa... but you know, shit like that can make a guy curious." You mutter as you finish cleaning off the blood.
"It's nothing Dave..."
"Who was that guy anyways?" You ask casually, rubbing her hand, even though there's nothing left on it.
"Just... my old boyfriend. He was the one who I was living with. We never really got along very well and after awhile... I got tired. We kept fighting. Arguing over the little things, that then turned into much bigger things. And then he just kept getting angrier and angrier. So I left." Tessa sighs. Her expression is unreadable. As if she was somewhere else entirely.
"He sounds like a grade A douchebag," You chuckle, trying to keep the mood light. Tessa turns to you and looks as if she wants to say something, when she pulls her hand away.
"I'm um... gonna go to bed now." She informs you. You nod and she hurries off. You sleep on the couch that night, to give her some space.