Thread: Combinations and Marvelous Things (Nefarious x Cherry Shithead)

Alexander Adams sat in a dimly lit, sectioned off portion of the shady strip-club known to the locals that frequented Long Beach as simply 'Dahlia's Den'. He looked oddly out of place, his crisp thousand dollar suit providing a stark contrast to his tacky surroundings. It was clear that he did not belong here. His neat hair and exceptional looks along with his posture and attire made it obvious that did not reside in the same rung of the food chain that the drunk, unhygienic men wearing grimy wife-beaters and waving crumpled dollar bills at the girls performing on the stage did. Despite the loud hypnotic music and the gaudy disco lights painting the inside of the club in different shades of pink and purple, Alex seemed to be in a world of his own. His thoughts were focused on a woman. A woman that he was married to. Or at least 'had' been married to until yesterday. He had finally given in and signed those damn divorce documents. ' You should have seen it coming a mile off. You're a fucking moron .' He scolded himself, subconsciously running a hand through his silky brown hair. His now ex-wife had turned out to be yet another gold-digger- Only, he had fooled himself into thinking that this one actually cared about him rather than his wealthy background and had married her despite only knowing her for a few weeks. A month after the marriage, the woman had hired an expensive lawyer with his money and filed a divorce claim that left her with an enormous amount of wealth. Alex was an impulsive man that followed his instincts almost too readily and while that had served him well in the corporate world- His personal life suffered because of it. He sighed to himself, finally looking up at his surroundings, scowling in distaste. He really shouldn't have let Dominic drag him all the way out here. It'll be fun, trust me! You need a boys night out, it'll help get your mind off that bitch. Come on, when have I ever let you down? Those were the exact words that his best friend, Dominic Porter had said to him before shoving him into his Bentley and driving him to the nearest strip joint. The loud sound of a man speaking into a microphone, announcing the new dancer that walked out onto the stage jarred Alex out of his dreary thoughts. He looked to his left, not surprised to see Dominic getting a personal lap dance from one of the strippers. ' Let it go, have some fun for once ' he chided himself, turning his gaze away from the sight of the stripper grinding against Dominic's lap. He ran his hand through his hair again, leaning back against the black leather sofa. He was just about to pull out his phone to check the time when he saw her. A petite blonde stripper, standing at the edge of the stage being leered at by the plethora of unkempt drunk men that seemed to surge forward toward the stage at the sight of her. Alex couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something about the girl captivated him. Maybe it was her poise or her brashness or even just her appearance that he found remarkably compelling. His lips slipped into a sly grin as he reached into the breast pocket of his suit jacket, pulling out his heavy leather wallet, casually plucking out a massive handful of bills before sliding his wallet safely back into his jacket. He help up his arm, holding out the thick wad of cash in the air for everyone to see while his eyes stared directly at the girl, using his free hand to beckon her towards him. Maybe he could have some fun after all.