Dave handed the record to the DJ; one of his own mixes for the height of the night. The DJ smiled, always happy to play his tracks, and asked if she could burn it onto one her discs.
"Of course!" He said with a smirk. "You do it anyway, yet you still ask me every time."
She smiled back at him, her dimple piercings shining against her dark skin.
"A matter of formality..." She said in a snotty voice.
He laughed and rolled his eyes.
"Of course.", he replied in a similar mocking tone before turning his eyes to scan the room again from the elevated position of the DJ "roost".
He felt pretty comfortable up in the roost, music blasting all around him, observing the crowd below. Plus, the regular DJ for this club was a pretty chill chick who was content to play his mixes and occasionally have rap battles with. His beats started to play as his eyes scanned from the writing crown below to the bar behind it. Newbie was still chilling in her spot she had parked her behind for most of the night. He smirked.
'Wall flower much?'
His eyes scanned towards the front entrance when movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. A man stood where newbie had been sitting earlier. Dave's eyes narrowed when he saw that she had passed out, and the man was holding her up. That man was not in the group of college kids that had entered the club with her... nor had he seen the guy talking to her at any time this night. The blonde left the DJ booth and began to walk towards the odd couple, concern building in his gut feeling. He quickly dismissed the idea of her being drunk, only one empty martini glass was before her and the other half full. As he got closer, the man began to move towards the bathrooms, which were located near the rear entrance. The girl was completely out, one arm draped over the guy's shoulder, his hand gripping her arm; his other hand, Dave gritted his teeth at the sight, was under her arm and clearly groping her breast. He had about two guesses about this man's intentions towards the girl, both of which he was not cool with… AT ALL. He sped up his pace and intercepted the pair, masking his disgust and anger with a poker face.
"Hey, thanks for helping but I think I can take care of her now." He stood in front of the man, who exceeded his height by a few inches, blocking his path and reached out an arm towards the girl. .
The man looked at him suspiciously, eying him up and down before answering.
"No... we're fine young man, you go back to your dancing and drinking. This little lady told me to take her to the bathroom before she passed out."
Dave looked him straight in the eye, and added force to his voice, extracting most of the friendly tone he had before.
"No, really, our ride is leaving any moment. She can sober up once we get back to our dorms."
He threw a glance behind the man and caught the gaze of the bartender before flicking his eyes to the man gesturing there might be trouble. His "uncle" nodded in response. Dave returned his gaze to the man in front of him, who glanced over his shoulder to see the bar tender looking at him as well. He returned his glare to Dave for a few minutes before forcing a smile.
"Don't want you two to miss your ride."
Dave grimaced in return, a complete 'you-sick-bastard' smile.
The man handed off the unconscious girl to Dave, who put an arm around her, holding her up under the armpit. 'Holy shit, she's completely out cold.' He thought as her dead weight came on his shoulders. The man smiled a hollowly.
"Have a good night" he said before turning away, giving the blonde a completely venomous glare.
Dave bored holes in the man's back with his eyes, fuming on the inside, before catching the bartender's glance again and jerking his head towards the retreating man. 'Card that sick fuck.' The bartender nodded towards the surly bouncer who nodded in return and moved towards his target to ask him for some identification.
Dave turned from the man, not wanting to look at him anymore. He was beyond disgusted at the thought of what could have happened to her. He walked over to the bar, carrying her along with him and leaned over to talk to the man over the counter.
"I'm going to take her to my place so she can recover. That bastard drugged her up pretty hard."
His uncle nodded solemnly, with understanding. Dave shifted his grip on her waist before continuing.
"Give my number to anyone from her group who comes looking for her."
The man nodded again. "Of course…" he picked up a glass to clean. "It's a sick world we live in Dave. She was just one of the lucky, unlucky ones."
Dave frowned at the comment. "Goodnight." He said, and then walked out the front entrance, turning a sharp corner to the door that opened to the elevator that led up to the apartments.
Her world a hazy swath of colour and darkness, it felt like she was dreaming. But not like her normal dreams. A pounding headache still had its hold on her as she jostled about, floating from one reality to the next. The horrible smell of cologne left her nostrils and soon the colourful lights and pounding beats gave away to cool darkness and street noise. She thought she heard the sound of a door opening, a ding of an elevator… then it was dark again.
Keeping his arm around her waist, Dave led her up to his apartment. He kept throwing glances down at her bobbing head to see if she was still breathing, she hadn't made a sound. Pausing before the door, he struggled with his keys for a moment, having to get it from his pocket and in the lock with one hand while balancing the girl on his other arm. The blonde could just hear his Bro's mocking tone cracking jokes about him bringing a drugged girl up the apartment. A lot of perplexed, accusing, and even jeering looks would be directed at the odd pair if any of his neighbors were to poke out their heads in the hallway. Finally, he fit the key into the lock and opened the door to the two bedroom apartment. The city sounds wear a faint echo below, as Bro's and his apartment was located on the top level. He kicked the door closed behind him, hearing the click, and then shuffled over to the couch.
"Dammit!"
he cursed. The couch was completely covered with his Bro's creepy-ass puppets. Lil Cal stared at Dave from the top of the pile as if to say, "No room bitch, no room." Sighing, he shuffled to his room, flipped on his lights, and hobbled over to his bed. His arms were starting to cramp when he gently removed the girl from his shoulder, and laid her on his bedspread; her legs dangled over the edge, toes of her shoes brushing the floor. Dave began to stand back up when he saw her eyes snap open, their hue a brilliant green, staring at him wide-eyed.
