Before
"His name was Danny. His girlfriend, Renee, had just broken up with him."
"How was he?"
"Good. Really Good. Maybe even better than you," I said with a smirk, knowing that would push his buttons.
His face shifted slightly and he pulled me into a rough kiss. "Let me show you just how good I can be." I smirked as he took off his shirt and crawled on top of me.
"Oh, Jazz, don't tell me you're jealous of this guy."
"I just don't you gettin' any ideas," he said against my neck. He was working on a hickey to mark me as his. To remind me that no matter what I did, I was his. Forever.
. . .
When I got to thinking about it, Danny didn't really look like he belonged at Buck's. He was neatly dressed, hair combed back with just enough grease to keep it in place. If I didn't know any better, I might say he was a Soc, but that was impossible. Socs weren't stupid enough to show their face around Buck's because it wasn't a greaser hang-out. It was a place for cowboys and adults. A Soc wouldn't last two minutes in that place. But Danny had looked pretty nervous downstairs, but some guys were. It wasn't his first time around with a girl, that was for sure, but it might have been his first with one like me, an experienced girl like me. I went to Buck's that night wondering, and kind of hoping I would see him there. He was different, and that intrigued me. I wanted to know why he had chosen to go to Buck's. I wanted to know if he was really a Soc.
. . .
"Mary, you ever heard of a guy named Danny?"
"Yeah, I know a few. Why?"
"I've been seein' him around at Buck's and wanted to know a little about him."
See shot me a look. A teasing, "you fallin'-for-one-of-your-clients?" looks. I gave her a strong visual no. She shrugged and replied, "Yeah well there's a couple of 'em live down on our side, but there's one that's from the West-side of town." She paused, "You don't think it's him do ya?"
"I dunno. Why? Does it matter?"
"Stace, you can't be seeing him! That's Danny Lewis, a class-A Soc. He dated Renee Billingsley, as in Billingsley Country Club. Stace, ya' gotta stop this. I don't even care if it's just work, this can only end badly. For everyone.
. . .
"So you're back," I said coolly to the guy facing the bar. I knew it was him, Danny. His shirt collar was too clean. He finished his drink and turned to me.
"Yeah, I did." He was probably three drinks in. Not enough to make him drunk.
"Well, I'd appreciate it if you'd move from my seat."
"Your seat?"
"Yeah, my seat. It's classier than a street corner."
Recognition downed on his face. "You're that girl."
"Was I than unmemorable?"
"No! No, God no. I remember. I certainly remember."
"Well, I hope you were satisfied," I said as I took the seat next to him, since it was clear he wasn't moving.
"Satisfied…Yeah…Actually, I was wondering, uh…" He was nervous again.
I turned to look at him. "You want another night?" I asked with a smirk, thinking how adorable it was that he was nervous.
"Yeah. If you can that is."
"Sure. It is my job after all." I grabbed his arm and we walked up to my room. Dallas wasn't there, I noticed. Wonder where he could be.