I grabbed my coat and purse from behind the bar and said my goodbyes to some of my coworkers and suddenly had the realization that I was about to go out with a married man. No, it wasn't a date, but I was still about to get to get in the car with a strange man I had just met, who just so happens to be married, and go god knows where he was taking me. Unfortunately, I can't say this was the worst decision I have ever made, and maybe this one wasn't so bad. He seemed like a nice enough guy and something about his deep eyes and that gorgeous smile drove me crazy, no matter how much I tried to deny it. I shake the thoughts out of my head and step out the door.

I look around the parking lot and spy new friend somehow parked directly beside my car, with my shambles of a peyote making his brand new looking Comet even nicer. I felt even stupider now for not turning around and running away, because why would anyone with as much as he had want to spend time with someone as broke as me, a strip club bartender who barely had a nickel to her name and running on nothing but hopes and dreams.

"Are you going to get in or just stare Blondie?" I quickly turned around after being interrupted from my thoughts by none other than Mr. De Santa himself. I looked into the car and met his eyes with a smile as he leaned over to open my door from the inside. "I thought you weren't coming out!"

"I had to wash all those shot glasses you downed today buddy!" I said as he replied with a chuckle.

"Hey now, I didn't have that many! And if I remember correctly, a few of those were yours too!" He replied, starting the car and putting it in reverse to back out of the space.

"Where exactly are we going? Is anything even open at this hour?" I said, looking at the clock on the dash.

"It's six in the morning, perfect time to get some breakfast. Isn't that what people do after partying all night?"

"I couldn't tell you Michael! As you can see, I spend most of my nights working the bar and listening to men like you talk about their problems!" I said getting a smirk in return.

"You say that like it's a bad thing! I would fucking love to get paid to listen to me talk all night! I'll make it up to you, I'll buy you breakfast! I bet that doesn't happen very fucking often, huh?" He responded.

"You're right, that does NOT happen very often, or ever to be exact!" I said with a laugh.

"Well I'm honored to be the first!" He said with a flirtatious smile, I sent him a similar but nervous smile back, as he pulled into the all night diner and parked. He got out of the car and before I could move he was opening the car door for me.

"Well thank you, such a gentleman I see!" I said as he opened the door to the diner for me.

"Honey if you knew half the things I've done in my fucking life you would know I am no gentleman, far from it actually." He said with a nervous chuckle as we set down and started looking at the menu.

"So," I said breaking the silence, "Tell me more about you Michael. You know how I got to Los Santos, how did you get out here?"

"Well, it's kind of a funny story," He started nervously staring down at the table, hand on the back of his neck, "Let's just say I made some crazy fucking choices, and ended up out here with a cheating wife, two crazy kids, and more money than I know what to do with."

"I'm sure your wife can show you some ways to spend it!" I joked and got a small laugh out of him.

"You're fucking A' right she does, that's her favorite past time, shopping and spending my money. Now, I'll be honest, I did some really horrible things to get this money, and she just doesn't care. Lauren, tell me, have you ever spent $3,000 on a purse? A fucking purse?" He said, anger building up in him.

"No, I'm pretty sure I've never had $3,000 to put in a purse much less buy one! Whatever you did to get that money couldn't be so bad I'm sure, you seem like a nice enough guy Michael."

"Oh baby you have no idea, but I'll get into that another day." He said finishing his food and pushing his plate back. "But I'm glad to see you aren't another one of those fake Los Santos girls carrying around a giant purse and living in a dump."

"No, I have the decent purse and still live in the dump." He laughed at my joke as he left the tip on the table and we began to walk back out into the parking lot towards his car.

"Tell me more about you now," he said as he started the car. I clutched onto the leather seats nervously because I couldn't think of anything else to say about me to this virtual stranger, "Don't give me that look Lauren, there has to be something to tell!" He said noticing my nervous look and hesitation.

"Well I mean, their isn't much too me, I'm just a dumb blonde who ran away from Alabama to chase a stupid dream of becoming a Vinewood Actress and meet Mr. Right and got knocked on my ass because I wouldn't get fake tits and sleep with just anyone so now I'm working at a strip joint as a bartender because I couldn't even cut it as a stripper. I'm just trying to survive in this town and figure out what I am going to do with my life in the meantime."

"First of all, you are no dumb blonde, at least you seem pretty smart to me, I mean, you left the bar with me so you must have some brains in that pretty blonde head of yours!" He said as I rolled my eyes at his first line.

"Well, I mean, I used to mess around with computers all the time back home and I was REALLY good at it, but then I came out here and turned my computer brains into pouring beers." I said as he pulled into the parking lot of the club.

"What do you mean good with computers like hacking and stuff?" He said, like I had just handed him the winning ticket with that small trinket of information.

"Yes, hacking is easy, it's just a giant puzzle! I loved doing that back home. Why you need someone to hack into your wife's phone?" I said jokingly getting an eye role in return, followed by a laugh.

"Not exactly but I do have a business opportunity for you, give me your phone," He said, as I looked at him suspiciously, "Come on I know all you young people have one. I'm not going to steal it I swear!" I handed him my phone. "I'm putting my number in here, so call me tonight and we can talk business. I've got a little business opportunity for you that might involve some good money ,that is if you aren't too busy slinging beers to talk to me!"

I paused and thought for a moment, what was I getting into? This man I just met, with his gorgeous eyes and beautiful smile, was now giving me his number and telling me to call him for work, or was it something more? No, it couldn't be, he was married and this is strictly business.

"So what do ya say blondie? Don't disappoint me tonight and leave me hanging, because I want to talk to you about more than business blondie." He said leaning closer as I stared at his lips, no I shouldn't do this I thought, he's married, but it felt so right. Our lips met and fireworks of passion exploded inside of me, a feeling I have never felt before, he pulled back and our lips parted.

"I'll call you tonight Michael!" I said as I got out of the car.

"I'm holding that to you baby!" He said driving out of the parking lot.