Million Dollar Man

by OoShaythePandaoO

She raised her arm slowly, her palm stretching out as she tried to reach for whatever it was beyond that green light. She did not notice nothing around, nothing distinguished to her but that flashing green light. She wanted who or whatever was beyond it, and she only hoped that whatever or whomever it was that lied behind the green light would be reaching for her too. MA, GatsbyxOC

7. First Date Gone Wrong

Chapter 7: First Date Gone Wrong

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Her magnificence was indescribable

And his magnitude was inconceivable

They both felt overwhelmed by each other's greatness

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It was a bit late, fifteen minutes till seven and I stood in front of my mirror, looking at my slightly provocative flapper dress. The dress clung to my body, showing off the curves I had. I put on a pair of black high heels, a black even wrap jacket that had black fur around the hood and cuffs, and expensive jewelry dangled around my slim neck. My hair was in a very alluring bun with a black feathered and a rhinestone hair clip in it. I kept my makeup dark and sultry, my eyelids looking very dark and somber while my lips were painted a deep red.

Gatsby was going to be in for quite a surprise. I would have thanked Daisy and Jordan later for taking me to the dress store. I wouldn't have been able to find the right type of dress that screamed seduction and elegance all at the same time.

"Are you ready Vivien?" Jordan asked, coming into my room. She then smiled brightly, a light gasp emitting from her. "Oh my...! Don't you look like a femme fatale in that get up."

I felt my pale cheeks flush a little at my cousin's words, finding myself a bit flustered. Jordan then came up behind me, laying her chin on my shoulder, looking into the mirror and I did too. "You are so beautiful Vivien," she said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. I was very much sure she was spewing out false sincerity but I didn't mind. I took the compliment nonetheless. "Thank you."

Jordan then pulled away from me, fixing her short hair in the mirror before fixating her gaze unto me. "Will you be needing a ride?" she asked.

"No, I'm fine," I said, giving a false smile. I didn't need to let Jordan know where he lived and most definitely let her know my date was none other than Jay Gatsby. "I can call a cab."

Jordan's face displayed a look of annoyance but soon the look was gone and she gave me an equally false smile, the smile itself too tight lipped and incredibly forced. It was one of those smiles that told you everything was all right but in reality everything was not. "Alright...have fun...Vivien."

She then made her way towards the door, her white heels creating like clicks and taps onto the floor. "Tell me all about your date when you get home," she said with a wave of her dainty hand before leaving out of my room.

I let out a sigh of relief and then grabbed my purse, leaving the mansion and hailing a cab once out. And soon I was on my way to East Egg, leaving the somber streets of the Valley Ashes. I sighed, leaning my head out of the window, inhaling the smog and pitiful air, closing my eyes a little as I waited till the driver stopped.

And then the driver pulled up to Gatsby's large mansion that was oddly quiet. It felt entirely odd at the fact the mansion looked so empty and rather depressing without half of the people of New York in it and bustling around it.

I squinted my eyes when I noticed a dark skinned butler dressed in white standing at the top of the grand steps. I blinked in confusion and then diverted my gaze from the butler, paying the cabbie and then stepping out of the cab, closing the door, not once noticing the driver pulling off, causing the wind to whip my clothing around harshly.

I then made my way slowly up the steps with a feeling of determination but that didn't stop the nervousness I felt in the pit of my belly. And once I reached the top of the stairs the butler bowed his head towards me. "Come, I will escort ya to Mistah Gatsby," he said, his accent thick and heavy, sounding a bit Southern.

He then grasped my hand in his rough ones, leading me inside the mansion. I felt myself hold in an intake of breath. Without the masses of people crowded in the mansion and no loud music inside, I had the chance to take in, to marvel the beauty of the Gatsby mansion. I looked up and noticed a very expensive looking chandelier hanging a few feet away from me. I then let go of the butler's hand, feeling my feet move on it's on, and soon I was standing underneath the chandelier and I found myself enthralled by the beauty of it.

"Beautiful isn't it?"

I swiveled around to see Jay Gatsby standing in the flesh, a very handsome smile on his face. He was dressed in a black two button wool and linen jacket over a dark grey Tattersall six button vest that was over top a simple white button down oxford dress shirt, black linen pants, a black bowtie, and black and white spector loafers. And in his hands was a black and white boxer dog walking stick. He looked very…handsome.

"Yes you are…" I said more to myself.

"What was that?" he asked, his eyebrows quirking up.

I felt myself flush in embarrassment, and then shook my head. "O-Oh you were speaking of the chandelier? Well then I guess that is just as beautiful," I said quickly, covering up what I had said earlier with a coy smile.

Gatsby chuckled and made his way over to me, to the point he was standing directly next to me. I felt an odd rush of electricity rush through me and I bit down on my bottom lip softly, resisting the urge to jump out of my skin.

"Are you okay Vivien?" he asked, touching my arm. I gasped lightly and snatched my hand away, feeling my cheeks flush.

"I. I'm fine, thank you Mr. Gatsby," I stammered out.

"Am I getting you flustered?" he asked, a playful smile gracing his face and the smile only seemed to grow even more as my face became hotter.

I scoffed at him. "Don't act so cocky Mister Gatsby," I said with a teasing smile.

"Alright alright, don't claw out my eyes," he said but just as teasingly. I shook my head and crossing my arms, turning my face upward in a somewhat haughty expression, letting out a slight "Hmph".

"Where are we going if I may ask Mr. Gatsby," I said, turning to look at him.

"Well we could go to a very good restaurant or take a ride on my yacht, I can rent out a dancehall for us or take you shop—"

"Mr. Gatsby please. I don't need to be taken anywhere fancy," I said with a merry laugh, waving my hand in dismissal. "This is a date not a wedding anniversary dear. How about we go down to a bar? I heard 21 club is a good place to go to for a good drink and all types of fun."

Gatsby's eyebrows shot up and laughed a little. "21 Club? My, oh my I didn't think you'd be the type of woman who would go to places like that."

"Like what Mr. Gatsby?" I asked, turning to look at him now.

"A place that involves criminals, swindlers, big time lawyers and most of all…liquor," he said, wagging his brows at me.

I smirked and leaned close to him. "Mr. Gatsby I'm different than most women and it wouldn't be the first time I was caught illegally with liquor in my possession. And as far as the patrons go, I'm not afraid of those big bad gangster boys," I whispered in his ear, smirking even more as I felt a shudder ripple through him.

Gatsby cleared his throat, looking a bit flustered for a moment before that dashing smile was once again present on his face. "Well then if the lady wishes it, then I will take you there," he said, grasping my hand and leading me out of the large main room and back outside where a yellow Rolls Royce and I couldn't contain my gasp.

"Impressed?"

"More like amazed. That's a very beautiful car," I said in amazement.

"Well thank you Vivien, I didn't think of you as the type to be fascinated by a car," he said as he made his way over to it, holding open the door for her.

"There is many things you have yet to learn about me Mr. Gatsby," I purred out teasingly before stepping into the car. I heard Gatsby laugh a little and then he closed the car door, going over to his side, and then getting into the car, starting it up.

We had yet to reach New York or even pass by the Valley of Ashes before Gatsby had begun to talk eagerly, and less elegant, leaving some sentences unfinished and slapping himself indecisively on the knee of his black licorice-colored suit.

"Look here, Vivien," he said broke out in the midst of the quietness of the ride. "What's your opinion of me, anyhow?"

I looked at him, feeling a bit overwhelmed by that simple question. I then looked at him and then gave him a rather coy smile. "My opinion of you? Well Mr. Gatsby I find you to be quite enigmatic. I don't know much about you unless you count the rumors I have heard about you. But I rather hear your story coming from your mouth," I said, noticing the rather shocked look on his face. "But as far as your looks go, I find you to be very fair in appearance."

Gatsby gave me a smile, seeming to be quite shocked and pleased with my choice of words. "Well then I'll make sure you get to know more about me."

I smiled a little and nodded. "Well I'll be glad to know anything about you."

And we rode the rest of the ride in comfortable silence. And once arriving at 21 Club, I noticed the streets bustling with all types of interesting people who looked to be criminals, whores, flappers, low lives, lawyers, politicians and even corrupted cops. I smiled a little as Gatsby held open the door for me to let me out. I stepped out and heard the booming music on the inside, feeling an odd chemical sense of mirth upon my being.

Tonight was going to be rather enjoyable.

When Gatsby and I went up to the club, the bouncer stood in front of it. He was large, bulky and tall, a look of boredom sprawled out on his face. His dark eyes ran over Gatsby and I as if we were completely insignificant and meaningless.

"Sorry the clubs full," the bouncer said with a straight poker face.

"Come on sweetheart, you can't let us in?" I asked with a flirtatious smile, hoping my charms would work on him.

"Sorry, no dice. Like I said, the club is full. Now hit the road."

I felt myself scowl in annoyance and then I let out a loud huff. "Let's go Jay…"

"Now now, lemme handle this Vivien," Gatsby said with one of his reassuring smiles. He then turned towards the bouncer, going up towards him with the utmost swagger. He held his cane in a light grip, twirling it a little.

"How about you let us in old sport?" Gatsby said.

The bouncer gave a bark of a laugh, seeming to be amused by Gatsby's smaller body compared to his bulky appearance. "Like I said, beat it blondie," he said, cracking his knuckles. "Unless you want to have some trouble."

"Jay…maybe we should go," I said, a look of worry flashing over my face.

"I told you Vivien, I have this," Gatsby said, before looking back at the bouncer.

"Now old sport who do you think I am?"

The bouncer shrugged his shoulders. "Some puny rich punk who is wasting away his father's inheritance."

The look on Gatsby's face suddenly looked very dark, and he looked a bit displeased. But then the look of anger washed away from his face and then he gave the bouncer a forced smile. "No old sport, I am Jay Gatsby…"

The bouncer's eyes widened a fraction, and a look of fear washed over his face reminding me how frightened that high schooler had looked.

"Now I'll ask again old sport," Gatsby stressed, gripping his cane. "Will you let us in?"

The bouncer nodded his head vigorously, clearing his throat. "Y-Yes, of course!" he stammered out, moving to the side, opening the door for us. "Have a enjoyable night Mr. Gatsby." Gatsby grinned and then held out his arm for me. "Shall we Vivien?" He asked. I smiled and gladly took his arm, and let him lead us inside.

Once inside I looked around, marveling at the people who were inside. They all seemed to be people of importance, whether illegally or legally, they were important and I'm sure pretty damn dangerous.

"May I take your coat?" Gatsby asked.

"Oh! Why yes." I shrugged off my coat slowly and let him hold my coat. And then I heard him draw in a heavy intake of breath. I then looked at him, noticing him marveling at my body in a rather primal hunger. I smirked, silently thanking that creepy fellow from the dress store for picking this out for me.

"You look…"

"Look…what, Mr. Gatsby?" I asked teasingly, wagging my brows at him.

"Ravishing," he seemed to say absent-mindedly. And the way he said the word, sent a delicious shiver down my spine and a welcoming feeling of warmth between my legs. I then blushed and smiled sheepishly, replying, "Thank you Jay…"

He seemed to snap out of his daze and he smiled. "Y-You're welcome Vivien…How about we grab a table?" he said, grasping my hand and leading to me to a white table clothed table.

We both sat down and waited for a waiter to come and take our order.

I then caught Gatsby looking at me, and I then gave him a coy smile. "Is there something you like Mr. Gatsby?"

"You know Vivien, I am more a blonde type of man." Gatsby started out instead of answering my question.

I raised my brow at this, wondering where he could be going with this. "Ah, so you like blondes huh...Then what are you doing on a date with me then Mr. Gatsby?"

Gatsby gave me a bright smile, a chuckle slipping past his lips. "You didn't give me a chance to finish now…I have thing for blondes, but I'm starting to think that brunette's are just as enticing…as blondes," he said, leaning a bit forward, a teasing smile gracing his lips.

"Oh really now Mr. Gatsby?" I asked, returning his smile with an equally teasing one. "Is your sudden…spark of attraction to brunette's because of me?"

"Now who's the one acting cocky?" Gatsby asked with a light laugh.

I gave him a coy smile and shrugged my shoulders. And before we could engage in conversation, a dark-skinned man came over dressed in a simple server's uniform, a polite smile on his face.

"Can I start you two off with a drink?" he asked.

"Why yes I'll have The Bronx," Gatsby said. "And the lady will have some champagne I take it?"

"You have me very mistaken Mr. Gatsby," I said with a light chuckle and then I directed my gaze to the waiter. "I'll have the Planter's Punch." [STP: All of these drinks mentioned are real drinks from the 1920s. Look it up ^^]

"I'll bring back your drink's within five minutes." With that the waiter was gone, but it wasn't like Gatsby and I even took notice.

I then smiled when I saw Gatsby's eyes widened a bit, a look of shock on his face. I take it he wasn't used to a woman ordering something so strong or something that would be classified as a "man's drink".

"Why, I didn't take you for a rum drinking type of woman," he said amused.

"You shouldn't make such assumptions about people Mr. Gatsby, it can be very unbecoming of a person."

"Well I wouldn't want you to think any less of me," he said with a smirk.

"Oh trust me, I haven't…yet."

And once the drinks came, both of lips began moving, yammering away about nonsense and things that were unimportant, or things we happened to find amusing around us.

"Really? Are you serious?" Gatsby asked, his cheeks flushed red with laughter, his Bronx drink clutched in his hand. Though the drink seemed to splash everywhere with the way he was laughing.

"Yes, I am!" I said, laughing right along with him. "The man was so shocked to see his wife at the photo shoot that he almost shat himself, I swear!"

I had told Gatsby about my rather provocative career in modeling. He seemed a bit taken back by it but I knew the smirk on his face told me he find himself attracted to the idea of me getting nude for a camera. And I retold him a story of how I was in the middle of taking pictures for a rich client who was a politician, and the said politician happened to want to watch me get my pictures taken and pose in the most provocative attires. And surprisingly his wife had come on the set, it took us all by surprise but the politician's wife wasn't s happy. She had begun to scream and shout at him, letting out all of their private business for all of us to hear and then she proceeded to beat him with her purse and chased him out of the building. But not until she called me a few unfriendly words.

"You really…are a doll," Gatsby said after he calmed down from his laughter. "You have everything a man could hope and want for. Looks, elegance, humor and a surprising wit that would keep any man on his toes."

"Am I doing that to you Mr. Gatsby?" I asked with a smirk.

"You are doing many things to me Vivien."

I felt my face flush at his words, never once taking Gatsby as the type of man who would be very flirtatious.

"Oh stop Mr. Gatsby, you're making me all flustered!" I said with a laugh, holding a flushed cheek.

The waiter soon came back, taking our orders before leaving once again. I wasn't surprisingly too hungry, I found myself becoming full on the simple company of Gatsby. It seemed to radiate in the room, and everyone seemed to be high spirits ever since we walked through the doors.

"The place seems to be in high spirits," Gatsby said, taking another sip of his drink, his blue gaze washing over the patrons of the bar.

"I think it must be all of this illegal booze they have here," I said with a smile.

We both watched as people laughed and carried on with one another, drinks in their hands as they downed drink after drink, their white faces flushed red with merriment. It was truly a sight to see. And the people on the dance floor seemed to be having even more fun, they Charleston-ed, grinded their hips against each other's and shimmied their bodies as if they were possessed.

"Would you like to dance?" Gatsby asked.

I turned to him, raising a brow. "Why do you ask?"

"Well you seem to have your gaze fixated on the dancers on the floor, and I thought you would just like to dance. Besides, I do owe you for upsetting you the first time we danced, no?"

I felt a wide smile come onto my lips. "Well I guess you do."

Gatsby then stood, removing his jacket, setting it onto the chair. He then held out his hand. I smiled was about to take it but then I noticed the ring on his finger that had he encryptions JG. I felt an odd chill go down my spine as I recalled the dream I had about a week ago.

"Something wrong Vivien?" he asked.

"N-No…nothing's wrong," I replied, taking his hand and leading him to the dance floor. (STP: You all will have to get used to me using lyrics/songs especially in this story lol)

We went to the middle of the floor, and then a new song soon began to fill the air, and I could of sworn, I saw almost everyone rush to the floor, drinks still clutched in their hands.

I love her, can't leave her

Forever I'll always need her

She lie, but I believe her,

Lovesick I got that fever.

Love stupid, I know it

Love stupid I know it

I know, cause I'm a fool in looove~

I smiled and let Gatsby take the lead, spinning me away from him and then back to him, before he dipped me down low to the floor, looking into my eyes.

My baby shot me down again

Shot me down with love and it go bang bang

That girl's a killer from a gang,

Shot me down with love and it go bang bang

Gatsby then grabbed my hands, pulling me closer to him, causing me to shiver inwardly. And then soon we both began to do the Baltimore Buzz, which had everyone else dancing the same way as we were. I was unsure if I should be shocked that a rich man such as Gatsby knew these dance moves or everyone here knew these dance moves even though it came from Baltimore.

And maybe that's the truth

The clock can tick and ain't no use

I wonder when my tux can see you when you're doooown

Suddenly I found myself dipped down low to the ground and quite fast right when the chorus came around.

Bang!

Bang!

Got him with a bang!

Love him down, down

I shot my baby with a

Bang!

Bang!

Got him with a bang!

Gatsby then pulled me back up, turning my around so that now my back was towards him, my derriere pressed against his crotch. I smiled and shimmied my rear against him, earning a light but pleased gasp from him.

B-Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

B-Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

I turned around to face him, to see him looking at me in a way all women would like to be looked at by the man they adored. I felt myself flush in embarrassment at his heated gaze and then went back to doing the Baltimore Buzz with him.

Forever I'll always need her,

She lie, but I believe her

Lovesick I got that forever

Love stupid I know it,

Love stupid I know it,

I know cause, I'm a fool in loooove~

Soon we both began to Charleston together, still holding onto one another as if we were lover's, staring into one another's eyes with the utmost warmth.

My baby shot me down, down, down, down

Shot me with a love and it went pow-pow (Ow!)

I love my baby's freaking-style (Freaky!)

But my baby's always sneaking ouuuut! (Sneaky bitch!)

But damn I love her so,

That's why I gotta let her know

That I'll be here for her and always be her man

And baby's that's the truth

You're my chick, bottlecruise,

Gatsby then dipped me low slowly before bringing me back up to him, giving me a charming smile.

I got that roof; I put that diamond on her haaaaand!

Bang!

He then let me go and began to dance Black Bottom dance that always looked downright ridiculous to me. I soon found myself laughing at the hilarity in it all that a millionaire would be doing such a silly dance. (STP: Seriously the dance is hilarious and enjoyable to watch. Look it up)

Bang!

Got him with a bang!

Love him down, down

I shot my baby with a

Bang!

Bang!

Got him with a bang!

B-Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

B-Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

"You think is funny do you?" Gatsby asked over the loud music and laughing patrons.

I nodded my head, laughing. "You look so absurd!" Gatsby gave me then a playful glare, still managing to dance and keep his eyes on me. "I'd like to see you do something better old sport!"

Old sport? How odd, I only heard Gatsby say that…once at his party. I shook my head, dismissing the thought and then grinning wildly. "Fine! I'll show you a better dance! Do you know how to Lindy Hop?"

Bang!

Got him with a bang!

Love him down, down

I shot my baby with a

Bang!

Bang!

Gatsby's movements slowed down and soon he was panting lightly. "Lindy Hop? What the heck is that?"

I smirked. "Keep watching and I'll show you Gatsby."

I then went over to one of the waiter's who was an older man of color with a short nappy wisps on top of his head. He was a big stocky but not overly muscular and reeked pride. I then whispered something into his ear. He then looked at me, giving me a grin, nodding. I then grasped his hand, leading him to the middle of the dance floor, ignoring the sneers we both had started to get.

"See here Mr. Gatsby this is Chuck Lincoln. He knows how to do the Lindy Hop. And I'm sure Lindy will kick your Black Bottom dance to the side!"

Got him with a bang!

B-Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

B-Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gatsby rolled his eyes in humor and crossed his arms. "Show me."

I nodded to Chuck and then he smiled and grabbed both of my hands. We both then did a little jump and let our feet and legs do the rest.

Ooh yeah, I love my baby

Hey baby I love you

Stupid is what stupid do

Tom and Jerry, Scooby Do

Oh baby I'm a fool for you!

Chuck and I were connected hand to hand with one another, doing rapid foot movements, catching almost everyone's eyes in the bar. He then jumped and then I jumped, letting hi spin me before we back to connecting at least a hand, moving over feet and legs to the beat of the music.

Skid biddly, biddly bop!

Come 'ere baby be my lollipop!

I make the beat, make the booty drop!

Bippity, bippity, bippity bop!

Chuck then grabbed me and flipped me over, arousing a bunch of gasps and oohs from the crowd. I grinned, catching Gatsby's amazed look on his face. I then gave him a wink and went back to dancing.

Hey baby, I can't get you out of my brains,

Damn girl you're such a sexy thing!

Pretty little lady!

I grinned and let Chuck flip me over his back and then I began to shimmy and dance on my own, letting my hips gyrate and grind against the air, my hands moving all around in different directions while Chuck stomped his feet, wagging his arms in the air, shimmying also.

And my baby makes me go down down

And my baby makes me go down down

Aye, my baby makes me go down down!

My baby makes me go down down diddly down!

My baby makes me go down down!

My baby makes me go down down!

Skiddley bitty bop bop!

Chuck and I soon joined hands with one another once again, kicking our legs up into the air, smiling at one another. The musicians began to stomp their feet on the hard wood platform of the stage, clapping their hands together while the colored male singer grinned, looking at Chuck and I, fixing his tie, he then leaned down, singing into his mic. And soon many people were clapping their hands together and Gatsby…well he just stood there smiling.

My baby makes me go down down!

My baby makes me go

Chuck then flipped me once again in his arms before pulling me to him and then twirling me away from him harshly, causing me to spin and fall rather roughly back right into Gatsby's arms. And in the process of me falling, my heels flew off, right into someone's dinner platter and into someone's head.

B-Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

B-Bang! Bang! Bang!

Many of the patrons cheered and more people soon came to the floor, and began to dance. I looked up to see Gatsby's boyish smile and he lightly pushed me back up and twirled me around so that I was now facing him.

"I never knew I could knock a gal's shoes off," he said teasingly as we both went right into dancing with one another.

B-Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

B-Bang! Bang! Bang! B-Bang! Bang!

Bang!

"Don't act so cocky now Mr. Gatsby. You were the one who had their jaw on the floor from watching the Lindy Hop at work," I retorted back with a playful smile.

Bang!

Got him with a bang!

Love him down, down

Shot my baby with a bang!

Got him with a bang!

Love him down, down

Shot my baby with a bang!

Gatsby and I both then Charleston-ed, our hands linked with one another, our bodies in close proximity as if we were embracing, large smiles on our sweat beaded faces.

Bang!

Bang!

Got him with a bang!

Love him down, down

Shot my baby with a bang!

Got him with a bang!

Love him down, down

Shot my baby with a bang!

Gatsby then spun me around and we both began to dance next to one another, flapping our hands and arms into the open air, shaking our legs and feet to the beat.

Bang!

Got him with a bang!

Love him down, down

Shot my baby with a bang!

Got him with a bang!

Love him down, down

Shot my baby with a bang!

We both once again were linked to one another by just one of our hands, and Gatsby pulled me towards him, my back against him. We both looked down at one another, a sudden spark seemed to be there between us in this moment. A very chemical spark to be exact.

Got him with a bang!

Love him down, down

Shot my baby with a bang!

Got him with a bang!

Love him down, down

Shot my baby with a bang!

B-B-Bang! Bang! Bang! B-B-Bang!

Gatsby then twirled me away from him before dipping me down fast and I instinctively pulled up my leg, letting him hook his large hand underneath me, causing me to shiver at the sheer pleasure I felt from him just holding me.

"Does this make up for the dance at the party?" Gatsby asked with a rather sly smile as the music ended.

I felt my cheeks flush for I don't the umpteenth time tonight perhaps and I gave him a nod.

"Good, I wouldn't want you to hold that over my head," He said bemused and then pulled me back up.

We both then went back to our table and we both stopped when we saw a man sitting there. He was a slightly average build, large and flat-nosed Jewish looking man who had greying black hair that reached down to the nape of his neck, tanned dark skin and tiny blue-gray eyes. He wore a grey pin-stripe suit and a grey hat ontop of his head, and black shiny loafers.

He looked at Gatsby, giving us both a large grin. "Jay my old friend! It's good to see you again. I knew I had recognized you out there on the floor."

Gatsby knew this man? I turned to look at him and Gatsby's face spoke so many emotions, but I knew shock was in it. He then suddenly forced a fake smile that I knew all to well.

"Ah it's good to see you to old friend," Gatsby replied forcefully, shaking the man's hand.

"Vivien this is a friend of mine Meyer Wolfshiem."

I felt uncomfortable as the man looked at me up and down like I was some piece of meat, making my skin crawl in the most uncomfortable way, before giving me a very cheesy smile. "It is nice to meet you sweetheart," he said, holding out his hand.

"N-nice to meet you to Mr. Wolfshiem," I said with a forced smile, taking his hand to shake it but instead I was roughly pulled onto his lap.

"Where'd you find this one Gatsby?" he asked with a bark of a laugh, his large hands squeezing my thigh roughly as I struggled in his grasp. I then managed to get out of his hold before slapping him harshly across the face.

"Do you think I'm some kind of whore?" I asked angrily.

Wolfsheim laughed. "Why yes! I mean why else would you have been brought here to a bar instead of some high class restaurant? Only low-lives and whores dwell here, and I take it that Mr. Gatsby decided he wanted to take another promiscuous woman to bed tonight is all."

I snapped my head towards Gatsby who seemed to be looking very uncomfortable and a bit angry. "Did you take me out thinking I would sleep with you?" I asked, slowly advancing onto him.

"N-No that's not it at all old sport," he said nervously. "I came to just take you out—"

"That's shit Mr. Gatsby and you know it! I don't know what type of woman you take me for but you aren't getting any of me not now or ever!" I said, grabbing my jacket before leaving the club in a haste.

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—3rd Person POV—

Gastby glared at Wolfsheim who only seemed to be smiling a bit smugly. "That woman is a feisty thing Gatsby. Is a wild cat in bed?" he asked teasingly, wagging his white thick brows at Gatsby.

Gatsby's face read pure murder and he gripped his fist but then he let out a shaky breath, the darkness leaving his face and he put on a false cheerful smile. "That woman was merely a date and you just gone on and upset her," he said rather tensely.

Wolfsheim gave Gatsby a mocking sincere look. "Oh! I apologize Jay…But really now, you can do better without some woman on your arm who's most likely after your money."

Gatsby glared heatedly at the smug looking Jewish man, and then grabbed his coat and cane. "It was very…pleasant to see you again Wolfsheim," he said curtly before leaving the bar.

And once outside he saw Vivien about to step into a cab and before she could he rushed over to her, grabbing her arm. She then whipped her head around to glare at Gatsby with a look of hurt, humiliation and anger.

"Let me go, now."

"Vivien please listen—"

"There is nothing I want to hear from you Gatsby!" she all but hissed out. "If I would have known you brought floozies in there on a regular to do God's know what to them later, I would have declined your invitation for this date."

"Please Vivien…let me drive you home at least," he said, pleaded with her. There must have been some way he could make it up to her.

But Vivien didn't seem to budge; she only kept her angered gaze on Gatsby.

"You know Gatsby, I would have forgiven you easily, maybe even laugh it off. But to think you would associate yourself with such filth makes this even worse," she said heatedly. Gatsby had loosened his hold on her and Vivien then snatched her arm away from him.

"Good night Mr. Gatsby, I hope you have an enjoyable night." Vivien then got inside the cab before it soon pulled off, leaving a sad puppy looking Gatsby behind.

And once the cab could not be seen Gatsby let out a yell of frustration and then slammed his cane on the ground, popping the resin boxer dog head off of the walking stick, his blue eyes darkening and his face etched in frustration. He then swiveled around, noticing the bouncer and other people looking at him, whispering behind their hands.

"What are you all looking at?!" he snapped before storming to his car, getting into the driver's seat, slamming the door before pulling off.

And who happened to be peeking behind the curtains of the 21 club? None other than Wolfsheim who held a Cuban cigar between his sausage like fingers, a smug smile on his face.

And somewhere in the Valley of Ashes the eyes of Doctor T.J. Eckleburg looked over what had just transpired, his eyes looking over the problems of the rich with some mocking delight in his bright piercing blue gaze to finally see the wealthy in misery. His eyes brooded and waited.

Watching and waiting for God knows what…

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END

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STP: Super long chapter. Took me over three days to make this story. And I know you are all maybe wondering when will Gatsby go see Nick, and eventually go see Daisy.

BUT once again, I want him to go after Vivien, chase after her a bit, bond somewhat and maybe even fall a bit in love with her before he even starts to think about going "Oh right, I must talk to Nick about Daisy!" So you all may have to give it a few chapters before shit really starts to hit the fan.

And I want to make Wolfsheim a more prominent character in this story. I'm not sure how. But it would be fun to make Wolfsheim a bit of an antagonist in this story along with Tom :P

I have so many ideas I have no idea what to do! Also you gotta love Jay's anger *sighs dreamily and then hypervenilates*

Gatsby: Calm down dear before you exhaust yourself

STP: *blushes* Ahhh~

Gatsby: O.o uhm…

Vivien: Don't worry about her darling, she's just…excited to see you

Loki: Where am I?

STP: LOKI! *latches to his arm and swings on it* :D

Loki: -_- I thought I was rid of you annoying Midgardian woman

STP: You'll never let me leave until you say it o3o

Loki: -_- *sighs heavily* No

Gatsby: Just do it old sport or she'll keep begging

Vivien: Don't be a sissy!

Loki: I am not a sissy you harlot! And fine…

STP: yay! Take it away Loki!

Loki; Read and review you filthy Migardians or I will make you kneel and scream my name -_-

STP: AHHHH!~ *blushes and faints*

Loki: *sighs* What are we going to do with her?

Gatsby: Have a party at my place and leave her here?

Vivien: I agree!

Loki: Whatever, longs I get away from her *shudders* Fangirls…