After helping the rest of the crew set up tables, strategically placed around the dance floor, it was time for another wardrobe change. Annalise slipped into the bathroom and clad herself in black leather from head to toe. It was her favorite outfit...black leather pants and a matching halter top that left most of her back bare. She released her hair from its braided confinement, brushing it in long strokes...then dropped a black leather cowboy hat on her head. She slid her feet into a clunky, but comfortable pair of black boots. Satisfied with her appearance, she exited the bathroom.
People were already starting to file into the ballroom, including Jade and the rest of the crew. Annalise made her way over to the bar, where she and Jade would be working. They worked side by side for over two hours, taking drink orders and filling them. Annalise didn't pay attention to faces, until AJ's appeared before her. "Hey Cate," he said, smiling. "What can I get for you?," she asked him. "Sex on the Beach," he answered, keeping a straight face. Images of him playing half naked in the waves filled her head. Blushing furiously, she pushed the unpure thoughts from her mind, taking note of his amused smirk.
It continued like that for another hour, he would stroll up to the bar, order a drink and flirt shamelessly...often filling her head with suggestive images...then head back to the dance floor. She watched him, secretly admiring the fluid movements of his body as he moved with the music. Who was this guy anyway? Finally, Jade called two other members of the crew over to man the bar, and the two girls took a much needed break. They made their way through the crowd toward the doors, stepping out into the cool night air. Annalise immediately lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply.
"So" Jade started, "what's up with Satan's Angel?"
"What?"
"You know...Mr. Tall, Dark, and Tattooed?," Jade said. Annalise knew exactly who Jade was talking about, but she played dumb anyway, frowning in confusion.
Finally Jade exclaimed, "The guy who's been hangin' around your side of the bar all night! I want details..."
"No way," Annalise stated, "not until you tell me about Rico Suave."
It was Jade's turn to laugh, knowing that Annalise was referring to the short, Latino guy that had been making frequent trips to her side of the bar. "His name is Howie," she said, "he's one of them."
"One of them?"
"Yeah...the Backstreet Boys...he's one of them." Annalise arched an eyebrow, stifling a giggle with the back of her hand.
"Oh shut up," Jade muttered, "anyway...he keeps asking me to dance with him."
"Too bad, he's kinda cute..."
"Yeah, but work is work. Now tell me about Satan's Angel."
"Why do you keep calling him that?"
"Hello!," Jade exclaimed, "Look at him! I know the type...face of an angel, puppy dog eyes...and a filthy mind. Did you see the way that guy moves?"
"Yeah...I noticed," Annalise replied, feeling her face growing hot.
"Well?"
"His name is AJ...and I don't know who he is," Annalise answered, "I bumped into him back at the arena."
"That's it?"
"Yeah...that's it," Annalise said, crushing her cigarette out on the concrete. She didn't see the knowing smile that Jade
gave her as they walked back inside.
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