"Dogs." That was my first thought when I entered his car. I could see the hairs, plus I could smell the nasty scent of wet dog. It made me cringe and writhe in the seat, and he put a hand on my head. He was holding me in place, like I was some little kid! I puffed my cheeks out at him, and reached up to move his hand. He moved it before I could reach it, a small grunt escaping Ludwig's lips.
"Yes, I have dogs." He said, and I could feel the admiration coming off him. He loved is dogs. Too bad I didn't. I rolled my eyes, lying my head on the seat belt holder and shutting my eyes. I could hear that noise, the constant high pitched buzzing. It'd been there for as long as I could remember, but it stopped bothering me after a while. We drove, and drove, the bright, neon signs flashing in my dulled eyes and nearly blinding me. I frowned, blinking as we passed another bar, then another, and another.
"Lots of bars around here, are you taking the alcoholic out for a drink?" I chuckled dryly at my own joke, but he didn't even crack a smile. I mumbled a small frustrated rant under my breath that consisted of slurred Italian and a few choice words, when I noticed we had stopped. But we weren't at any house, there was no white picket fence or freshly mowed lawn. There was concrete and...A club? What the hell? Was he really taking me out for a drink? He moved to unbuckle me, but I shooed his hand away and did it myself. "Why're we here?"
He peered into my very soul with those curious blue eyes, and then shrugged. "I'm here to dance." Was his simple response, and he stepped out of the car. "Dance and smoke. Speaking of the second one, can you hand me that pack?" I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He didn't look like much of a dancer, or a smoker for that matter, but it didn't matter to me. I handed the pack to him through the open window, and I stepped into the cool night air.
"Smells like sweat and alcohol." I leaned comfortably against the car, chuckling to myself, because to me, it smelt like home. He chuckled as well, leaning over and ruffling my hair. Again, making me feel like a child? Was this necessary? I rolled my eyes, ducking out from under his hand and slipping into the club. The beat was catchy at least, and there were a lot of women with their tits half out and men with their pants so low, it looked like any of them could have tripped on them at any moment. My brain instinctively told me to go to the bar, but my body was drawn to the music. So I moved to the dance floor instead, looking for a lady to dance with. But, alas, there were none to my liking, or, more accurately, none period. All were taken and dancing with another man that was obviously not me. I scanned the crowd for mister grumpy mc-dog owner, but he was nowhere to be found. That is, until I felt a hand on my shoulder and a mouth against my ear.
"Shut up and dance." Ludwig's voice wasn't rough anymore, but smooth and calm. He spun me around and placed a hand on my waist, which immediately made me whine. Why did I have to be the female in this dance? Well, he was roughly the size of a small fighter jet, so I didn't complain. At least not out loud. Now, I don't think I mentioned this, but I'm an awful dancer. My legs seize up after my first move, and I just can't dance. The expression 'Two left feet' isn't enough, sometimes I feel like I've got seven or eight. But then that makes me wonder how I walk and how I do basic things, and it just makes my head hurt. I have no interest in hurting my head any more than I already do. Out of the corner of my eye, I swore I saw a lady in a nurse's outfit. She looked hella fine too, it was tight...Fit her quite well. I chuckled to myself , and moved a little closer to Ludwig, allowing him to hold me in his arms.
After about ten minutes of trying to manipulate my stone feet, he must have gotten tired, because he lifted me up by my waist and gently placed me onto his feet. So I just stood on his feet as he danced, and no one was ever the wiser. I had to congratulate him on the art of making me look like a good dancer, it was a very rare and fine art. Perhaps this really, truely was my knight in shining armor. I rolled my eyes and leaned in for a kiss, but he seemed to be having no part of that, as he backed away quickly. Okay, so, knight in shining armor that doesn't like kisses. Probably because his prince smells like rotting cheese and alcohol. Ah well, that's life. It wasn't long until the song ended and Ludwig lost interest in dancing, as did my body. So my brain took over, and off to the bar I went, the gigantic blonde house following me.
"He'll have a seltzer, please." Ludwig spoke for me before I could even turn to the bartender. I stared at him with a look of disbelief, and the bartender raised an eyebrow. Ludwig gave him a small shooing motion, and off he went. I reached up and hit Ludwig in the shoulder lightly. He frowned down at me, and it was obvious he barely even felt my punch. It was more of an annoyance than a pain. "You're drunk enough as it is." I rolled my eyes as he said that. There was never such thing as drunk enough. I waited patiently like a good little boy for my seltzer, then took a sip. It was disgustingly bland and painfully fizzy, but I drank it anyway. Maybe if I finished it, he'd let me get a real drink. But that was not the case, as when I looked at him again with my puppy dog eyes, all I got was another seltzer. This was gonna be a long, long night.