Chapter 3: Garet the DJ
Garet was having a good time. He was playing music he enjoyed (and some that he didn't) and getting paid for it. That, and he got free drinks all night long, which were brought to him by their only waitress(there was also a restaurant above the pit), a girl who was actually from Lavilero named Sheba.
A faster song was playing at the moment, and the lights above him were swinging in wide arcs over the tangle of bodies in the pit below. He relaxed for a bit, his headphones around his neck, his microphone off, sipping some root beer Sheba had brought him, when SHE came.
She ignored the fact that she wasn't even supposed to be up here, and sidled up behind him, pressing her body into his. Garet stiffened, trying not to spill his root beer.
"Hey, big guy," she encircled her arms around his neck from behind, muttering into his ear. "I know you're busy now, but when this place closes, how about we meet up?"
She released him and he turned around.
And nearly fell on the floor. Whoever she was, she was drop dead...sexy. Her thin, curving figure was hardly hidden by her black halter top and tight, leather flares. She had long blue hair that fell to her waist tied back in a high ponytail, with indigo eyes to match.
"Alright," he managed to NOT pass out, or make an idiot of himself. "Meet me out back, beautiful. I'll give you a ride home...after we get out of the back seat."
"Ooh, a charmer one minute, a bad boy the next," she gave him a cat like smile. "I'll see you out there, my bad boy."
And she was gone. Garet turned back to his turn table and flipped the microphone on. "This next song is what you want to hear."
The song came on, another fast paced adrenaline pumper, and Garet sat down to think about how the rest of his night would go.
*VERY nicely.*
Garet was having a good time. He was playing music he enjoyed (and some that he didn't) and getting paid for it. That, and he got free drinks all night long, which were brought to him by their only waitress(there was also a restaurant above the pit), a girl who was actually from Lavilero named Sheba.
A faster song was playing at the moment, and the lights above him were swinging in wide arcs over the tangle of bodies in the pit below. He relaxed for a bit, his headphones around his neck, his microphone off, sipping some root beer Sheba had brought him, when SHE came.
She ignored the fact that she wasn't even supposed to be up here, and sidled up behind him, pressing her body into his. Garet stiffened, trying not to spill his root beer.
"Hey, big guy," she encircled her arms around his neck from behind, muttering into his ear. "I know you're busy now, but when this place closes, how about we meet up?"
She released him and he turned around.
And nearly fell on the floor. Whoever she was, she was drop dead...sexy. Her thin, curving figure was hardly hidden by her black halter top and tight, leather flares. She had long blue hair that fell to her waist tied back in a high ponytail, with indigo eyes to match.
"Alright," he managed to NOT pass out, or make an idiot of himself. "Meet me out back, beautiful. I'll give you a ride home...after we get out of the back seat."
"Ooh, a charmer one minute, a bad boy the next," she gave him a cat like smile. "I'll see you out there, my bad boy."
And she was gone. Garet turned back to his turn table and flipped the microphone on. "This next song is what you want to hear."
The song came on, another fast paced adrenaline pumper, and Garet sat down to think about how the rest of his night would go.
*VERY nicely.*