Thread: English 2352 {DearestDarling & Dane Stalling}

It took Rosalie a moment to get over the shock of seeing her teacher in the bar she wasn't exactly a regular, but she was certain she had never seen him there before. He stood out because he didn't stand out--- no body modifications, hair dye, tattoos... For fuck's sake, he was still in his jacket and tie. He didn't belong in a place like this... She held his gaze as she led into the next verse, as though she was singing to him , and not the throng of people crowded in front of the stage that had fallen silent, now that she had caught their attention. It thrilled her to hold an audience, spellbound, and she broke eye contact with her teacher and closed her eyes. She could feel the energy of the crowd, throbbing like a pulse as they swayed and felt the music.... It was some sort of delicious magic. Partway through the song she strode to Alex's mic, his guitar and her voice echoing moans back and forth that would make a more prude audience squirm it was almost lewd, the way her lips parted, curled in the faintest hint of a smile. Her gaze flashed back to the audience and her teacher seemed to have disappeared as the strobe lights flickered.... Good. Let him leave the bar with her voice echoing in his ears. Had he known that she would be here, had he sought her out? They had a short break between songs, each of them knocking back shots of whiskey before launching into an original song, this one instrumental and mellow, easing the audience down from the frenzied pace of the last. A longer break had been planned a few more songs in, but after the final note of the second faded, Rosalie signaled to Alex and Jessica that she needed it now. She had spotted Luke walking back in, pressing his way through the maze of inebriated masses and making his way to the bar. What the fuck. Jessica had seen him too, her voice raised to be heard over the idiots that were booing at their feet. What's he doing here? No idea. Rosalie unplugged Fender from its amp, and fitted it securely into its stand. We had a... difference of opinion in class today. Maybe he's here to apologize. But how would he know that you were playing a set here? Do you think he's stalking you? Damn, you're lucky, Rose. I'd give anything for a stalker as hot as he is... Rosalie just smirked, rolling her eyes. Whatever. I'm gonna find out why he's here, okay? Keep Alex busy, I'm sure I'm gonna get an earful later about being late with that verse.... She hopped down from the stage and slipped through the crowd, dozens of conversations picking back up, now that the music had stopped. She thought she heard two guys talking about her, something about wanting to make her moan as she had when she sang, but ignored it for the bar. She ordered a water with mint, and spent a long moment observing her professor before he noticed her presence. He had lost the jacket, and his tie had been loosened, but he still looked every bit an outsider. Had he had some kind of romp in the bathroom? He seemed to be alone, no wife with a matching ring in the chair next to him, but he still wore his. He turned and she might've laughed at the face he pulled when he saw her, as if she were a ghost. Hello, Professor . Fancy meeting you here. She took a sip of her water, her pink lips glossy as they hugged the rim of the glass. Come here often? Don't answer that-- I know you don't. She picked up her glass and slid into the empty seat beside him, pinning him down with her piercing gaze. Why don't you tell me just what you think you're doing here? Are you... following me? Did you know I was playing here tonight? Had he looked at her Instagram, where she had checked in here? Facebook?