Juicy, juicy. I'm still a fan, not owning TWD.
"Hello again, friend of a friend, I knew you when
Our common goal was waiting for the world to end
Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend" Black Sheep by Metric or The Clash at Demonhead
I was dying to sing and I needed it, because what I had with Zach ended. No hard feelings, because we knew it wasn't going to last. He met someone at his internship. This happens everytime. If I couldn't have sex, at least I wanted to sing. All the crew agreed to host a Karaoke Night, which I was gonna open to motivate people to stand up and sing. The first night of our experiment, things went from awkward to total shitstorm: Merle decided to leave town and he had the brilliant idea of emptying the entire register and the tip jar from the night before. Daryl was robbed by his brother. That means Daryl wanted war and was easier to piss off. But when a door closes, another one opens.
The stage was calling my name and I chose one of my favorite songs, Black Sheep, which starts with Emily Haines screaming Oooh Yeah! Pretty arousing, don't you think?
I lost myself into the song, dancing and swaying away, having an epiphany when I found his eyes following my every move, even when the bar area was packed with people. I just couldn't fight the feeling that I needed to confront him, about what was happening between us. When I approached the service area, he was nowhere to be seen and Andrea was waiting for me:
-Hey, big star! Good show! Machine's overloaded with requests.
-Thanks, Andy! Where's the Big Brother?
-Outside having a smoke, I think. He said he needed it.
-Oh! Well, 'm gonna catch him up... Hey Andy! Gimme that!- I said, grabbing 3 tequila shots she was holding for a client and drinking one of them. I needed liquid bravery.
I found him smoking at the alley, looking up the starry sky.
-Hey! Daryl! What's up? Mind if I join you?
-Not at all, kitten- His eyes went to the shots.
-Here, got this for ya- I handed one to him- Bottoms up for a great night!
-Great night- He raised his while I was drinking mine.
-So- I started -Do you like me?- Smooth as sandpaper. Honesty was sometimes a weakness.
He glared at me: -What d'ya mean?
-I asked if you like me, because when you aren't touching me and calling me kitten, you go all bitchfaced and shoo my boyfriend away.
Uncomfortable silence.
-Well, I think my break's up so I gotta get back to work.
When I was turning around, he came behind me and smacked me against the wall, his face inches closer to mine, looking me dead in the eye:
-Don't ya dare walkin' away from now on, kitten.- And, without any warning, he kissed me, fervently, passionately, heavenly.
His mouth was soft and exploring mine, possessing it. His hands were firmly placed over my biceps and his body pinning mine, leaving nowhere to escape.
And that was the night I started to be his.