Thread: Beautiful Disaster [[Writer & AshlinnRose]]

Remember me? I hope you do. But just to be sure, Id like to make it so that you never forget me. In the darkness, it was clear that a malicious smirk had pulled across the males shadowed features, and without any further warning, he lunged The hour had just turned past midnight as the DJ turned up the music to pump out a new dance beat. For a Friday night, the up-scale night clubs dance floor was oddly lacking in participants and customers alike. The clear glass bar was relatively populated though, with only a few seats left open for new customers to take up, and that was good enough. Jai? A young man dressed in a simple white oxford shirt and black slacks had approached a woman leaning upon one elbow against the back half of the bar counter. Long golden blonde hair, streaked with bouts of soft brown highlights had created a curtain over her face, shielding her ocean-blue, almond shaped eyes. A black, airy halter-top adorned the upper half of her body, draping down just below the hips of dark, slim fitting jeans. The sudden voice that had hit her ears caused her to physically lurch, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she was immediately ripped from the thoughts, or rather, memories that had been playing over her mind, and she whipped around to face the man who had approached her, black pumps clicking softly against the tiled floor. Pratt! Hi. Whats up? Her words left her mouth in a breath of shock at first, and immediately she relaxed once she realized that it was simply a man she worked with who had interrupted her. His eyebrows furrowed gently as he cocked his curiously. You alright? Yup. She didnt miss a beat. Whats up? He didnt seem very convinced, but he let it go for the time being. New guy at ten oclock over there. His thumb jutted in the direction of one corner of the bar. Im heading off, so the counters all yours. Someone else will be on soon to cover my shift though. Have fun alright? She nodded, her eyes shifting in the direction hed pointed for a split second before returning to him. Yeah, sure, no problem. Have a good night alright? Drive safe. I can manage here just fine, so dont worry about it. Pratt grinned, offering her a wink and playful salute as he leaned to grab a jacket from below the counter, then turned and headed out without another word. Jai watched him leave, waiting until he disappeared out the clubs front doors before she heaved a long, heavy sigh. The night will be over before you know it, she told herself as her gaze swept over the bar counter, making a note of the customers that had already been served and which ones were going to need to be tended to for refills, and then to the new-comer at the far end. He sat with his arms folded over the counter, head down, showing only his mussed black hair, about an inch or two in length she guessed. He was wearing a black, hooded sweatshirt, and what else he had on was out of sight. She couldnt quite place her finger on it, but something about the way he was slouching and had his head down just didnt seem right. As if he didnt belong there and he knew it. But more than that, what made her tuck her lower lip between her teeth, was the fact that something about this man sent icy chills crawling up Jais spine. She shook her head to try to dismiss her thoughts, her right hand lifting to tuck her hair back from the side of her face and over the back of her shoulder as she straightened and started for the end of the bar, black, strappy pumps clicking softly against the tile floor. Hey there, her voice spoke out just loud enough over the music for the man to hear. Welcome to Gold-Wing, my names Jai. Can I get you started off with anything? Straight and to the point. Any other day she may have been more animated with her approach, but she was exhausted and far from in a mood to try and be flirtatiously cute. The mans head lifted slowly, eyes about as dark as granite lifting to meet hers, and Jai felt the air hitch in her lungs, her heart nearly stopping. Yeah actually, his voice was low, deep, gruff. You can start me off with a bourbon on the rocks. Jai stood frozen in her place, unaware of the fact that she had pressed her palm down atop the bar-counter to keep herself balanced on her feet. Her eyes were glued to his, unable to look away no matter how desperately she needed to, and it was as if everything in her world had suddenly slammed on the breaks and shattered out of existence. Its not It cant be Theres no way Breathe S-sure. Her voice betrayed her composure, stuttering over the first consonant of her acknowledgement to his order, and with a grinding effort, she turned her back to him and strode to the back counter, where a tasteful display of all of their liquors was. Slow, trembling hands removed a short, fat glass from a shelf below the counter and set it down next to the ice box, her breathing shallow and forced. With minimal effort, she dumped a scoop of ice into the glass, it clinking against the hard, cold barrier as it landed and filled it halfway. Thoughts raged through her mind, making it near impossible for her to consciously focus on her work, and so her subconscious had kicked in and allowed her left hand to lift a bottle of their richest bourbon, her right shifting to unscrew the cap when suddenly she felt nothing but air. The bottle had slid from her trembling fingers, and conveniently, or rather, inconveniently , the song that had been playing ended just as the bottle crashed and shattered against the floor. All eyes were on her, she could feel it, and it unnerved her even further than she already had been. Her emotions doubled, overwhelming every ounce of her senses to a point where she was just on the brink of numbness, and her gaze fell blankly to the floor beneath her feet as he hands moved to grasp the edge of the counter. Never, never once, had she ever had trouble here at the club, her sanctuary, and never once had she broken a single thing here, not a glass nor bottle of beer or plate of food, nothing. Shed also never been so tired and anxious during a shift. Man, of all the days for a hundred firsts to pile up, today was just well, no. There was no day that she ever would have welcomed a hundred firsts, especially if the vast majority of them were negative. Fuck