The Fighter (AU/Punk)
Chapter 3
"Sage this is Louis, Niall, Liam, and Zayn," Harry introduces with his arm wrapped possessively around my shoulder. I hope he realizes that there is no way I'm sleeping with him tonight. The boys all look at me curiously, some with thinly veiled lust. Harry's arm tightens around me as the guys look.
"It's a pleasure," Liam says politely and reaches out to shake my hand. His hand is warm and rough.
He smiles at me brightly and I almost swoon. His brown eyes and dirty blonde hair coupled with the tattoos littering his arms and chest. Yum. Why are all of these guys so hot?
Harry pulls me away from Liam and over to an unoccupied bar stool in the corner, still in the group.
He sits down and grabs my hand, pulling me closer. I look at him curiously. Does he really want me to sit on his lap like the bottle blonde from earlier? Not a chance. I furrow my eyebrows as though I don't know what he wants.
"Make yourself comfortable love," he says, slightly frustrated at my lack of comprehension.
"Probably not," I say apologetically. His eyes harden and muscles tense.
I've known this guy for all of ten minutes and he is already mad at me. I think that's some sort of record.
"Oh really?" He asks testily.
I smirk my pink lips at him. "I'm not interested," I say sweetly. I turn around and point to the bottle blonde who he ditched. She glares at me icily. "But I think she is."
He grabs my wrist tightly. I turn to look at him, feigning innocence. He leans in close to me, his curls brig hung across my cheek. "That was a mistake sweetheart," he whispers. His hand reaches down and pushes my lower back forward, forcing me closer to him. He bites lightly at my ear lobe and I fight to prevent a moan of pleasure from escaping my lips. It just feels so damn good.
In an instant he's gone, I feel the lose in my bones. He's walking away from me, towards the bottle blonde. I steady my rapid breathing. God that man has an affect on me. I shake my head and turn to see four quite shocked faces.
"Did you seriously just deny Harry?" Niall asks in amazement.
I shrug my shoulders and smile, "I just wasn't feeling it," I say nonchalantly.
"Wow..." Liam mutters, looking at me with a sparkle in his eyes. "I think you're the first girl to ever deny him." He looks at Louis for reassurance but Louis is still staring at me with his mouth hanging open. I lean over and cup his jaw, pushing it up. "Of you keep your mouth hanging open like that the flies will get in," I joke. I pull my hand away as he recovers.
"You are quite a girl," Niall says with a slow smirk.
"Thanks.." I mutter in confusion. "I think... "
"Oh trust me love," Nialls Irish accent murmurs deeply. "It's most certainly a good thing."
I bite my lip and turn to the bar. A male bartender whom I didn't see earlier greets me.
"What can I get you gorgeous?" He says and winks. His black hair is slicked back with so much gel it looks like oil. Ew.
"Three shots of tequila," I say bravely. I receive a few questioning glances from the guys who are all watching me with equal interest.
"Coming right up," he says and turns to get my drinks ready.
I face the gawking boys, "what?"
"Are those all for you?" Liam asks with a smirk.
"Yes," I say confidently and turn back to the bar when my drinks are placed in front of me.
"They're on the house," the greasy bartender says slickly. I smile my thanks but roll my eyes when he turns away. I hear a few chuckles at my reaction but ignore them.
I down all three of the shots and do my thing with the lime and salt.
"All done there love?" Zayn asks flirtatiously. I flash him a smile.
"I guess so," I say loudly.
The alcohol is already having an affect on me, my vision is blurring and so is my judgement. However, I've always been a good drunk so I'm not worried.
"Wanna dance?" I whisper sexily in Liam's ear.
He's my first target. Mostly because we know absolutely nothing about this guy. We don't know his role in the gang and that's making everyone uncomfortable. Zayn hasn't been able to reveal any information because it doesn't pertain to his case.
Liam's strong arms wrap around my waist and press me close to his body. He moves us slowly onto the dance floor. Alright Sage, time to shine.
The beat thumps in my chest and I turn so that my back is facing his front. It's sexier and less personal this way. He puts his hands on my hips and I begin to sway my hips to the music, grinding against his crotch.
I press one of my hands on top of his and move the other one up and backwards, touching his hair. I press harder against his crotch, forcing a low moan from his throat.
Are bodies are flush against each other, his member pressing against me. We dance like that for a while, disappearing into the sea of people, losing ourselves in the music.
A head of crazy curls attracts my attention, I look through the sea of people, staying flush to Liam.
Harry's dancing with the bottle blonde, she's grinding on him harshly and he seems to be enjoying himself. Pig.
I close my eyes and try to lose myself in the music again but I just can't. The image of Harry and that girl keeps flashing through my mind. How am I supposed to get to him if he's always surrounded by willing girls? My mind races as I dance.
"Wanna get out of here?" Liam whispers lowly in my ear.
Why not.
"Sure," I whisper and he kisses my neck sloppily.
He grabs my hand and leads me through the crowd, out onto the busy city street. There's still a line out the door. Liam goes to call a cab but I pull him back.
"I have my car," I slur and pull the valet ticket out of my clutch bag.
Liam smiles warmly at me and leads me over to the valet station. I clutch on to his arm as I stumble over.
While the valet is getting my car Liam's arm tightens around me. I glance around to see a guy with a shaved head and tattoos on his arms eyeing me. I know that guy... I trained him...
"Sage," he calls out loudly, Liam turns and follows my gaze to the man, his eyes narrowing.
"Hey Blade," I say politely as he walks over to us.
"You know that guy?" Liam whispers in my ear. I nod as response and smile brightly as Blade nears us.
The bright side of what I've been doing for the past two months is that I don't have to change it for this operation. In fact, underground fight club trainer is perfect. Who would expect a girl like that to be a cop?
"Hey," Blade says politely. I smile at him. "I didn't know you came here."
"First time actually," I admit. "Marcus told me about it and I thought I'd check it out."
Blade nods his head. "We still on for Friday?" He asks. We have a training session Friday at 10.
"Sure thing," I say and smile.
Blade's friends holler at him and he turns, I follow his gaze to see a girl I beat up a few weeks ago glaring at me. "Is that?..." I point to her discreetly.
"Oh yeah" Blade rubs the back of his head sheepishly. "I totally forgot about that. She might still have some harsh feelings towards you."
I laugh and at that moment the valet pulls my car around. "See you Friday," I slur and Liam leads me to the car. The driver almost hands me the keys but thinks better of it when he sees me leaning on Liam for support.
"See ya later man," the valet says and Liam nods at him before pushing me in the car.
He starts it up and starts to drive off, I stare out at the shapes of people waiting in line at clubs and drunken couples making out in the middle of the sidewalk.
"So who was that guy?" He asks, glancing over at me.
"Oh that was Blade," I say drunkenly. "I train him."
Liam looks at me with furrowed eyebrows. "Train him?" He asks and stops at a red light.
"Yeah train," I slur. "Like fighting."
"Wait a minute," Liam says, having a revelation. "Are you a fight club trainer?"
I nod largely and continue staring out the window at the passing lights.
"So do you fight at all?"
"Sometimes," I admit. "I fought earlier actually. Tony only lets me fight like every two weeks though."
"Why?" Liam asks. His eyes scan my body, looking for injuries from my previous fights.
"Its not good for business if I fight all the time," I say as explanation. Liam sighs at my lack of detail.
"And why is that?" He asks, exasperated.
"Because I always win."
"It's a pleasure," Liam says politely and reaches out to shake my hand. His hand is warm and rough.
He smiles at me brightly and I almost swoon. His brown eyes and dirty blonde hair coupled with the tattoos littering his arms and chest. Yum. Why are all of these guys so hot?
Harry pulls me away from Liam and over to an unoccupied bar stool in the corner, still in the group.
He sits down and grabs my hand, pulling me closer. I look at him curiously. Does he really want me to sit on his lap like the bottle blonde from earlier? Not a chance. I furrow my eyebrows as though I don't know what he wants.
"Make yourself comfortable love," he says, slightly frustrated at my lack of comprehension.
"Probably not," I say apologetically. His eyes harden and muscles tense.
I've known this guy for all of ten minutes and he is already mad at me. I think that's some sort of record.
"Oh really?" He asks testily.
I smirk my pink lips at him. "I'm not interested," I say sweetly. I turn around and point to the bottle blonde who he ditched. She glares at me icily. "But I think she is."
He grabs my wrist tightly. I turn to look at him, feigning innocence. He leans in close to me, his curls brig hung across my cheek. "That was a mistake sweetheart," he whispers. His hand reaches down and pushes my lower back forward, forcing me closer to him. He bites lightly at my ear lobe and I fight to prevent a moan of pleasure from escaping my lips. It just feels so damn good.
In an instant he's gone, I feel the lose in my bones. He's walking away from me, towards the bottle blonde. I steady my rapid breathing. God that man has an affect on me. I shake my head and turn to see four quite shocked faces.
"Did you seriously just deny Harry?" Niall asks in amazement.
I shrug my shoulders and smile, "I just wasn't feeling it," I say nonchalantly.
"Wow..." Liam mutters, looking at me with a sparkle in his eyes. "I think you're the first girl to ever deny him." He looks at Louis for reassurance but Louis is still staring at me with his mouth hanging open. I lean over and cup his jaw, pushing it up. "Of you keep your mouth hanging open like that the flies will get in," I joke. I pull my hand away as he recovers.
"You are quite a girl," Niall says with a slow smirk.
"Thanks.." I mutter in confusion. "I think... "
"Oh trust me love," Nialls Irish accent murmurs deeply. "It's most certainly a good thing."
I bite my lip and turn to the bar. A male bartender whom I didn't see earlier greets me.
"What can I get you gorgeous?" He says and winks. His black hair is slicked back with so much gel it looks like oil. Ew.
"Three shots of tequila," I say bravely. I receive a few questioning glances from the guys who are all watching me with equal interest.
"Coming right up," he says and turns to get my drinks ready.
I face the gawking boys, "what?"
"Are those all for you?" Liam asks with a smirk.
"Yes," I say confidently and turn back to the bar when my drinks are placed in front of me.
"They're on the house," the greasy bartender says slickly. I smile my thanks but roll my eyes when he turns away. I hear a few chuckles at my reaction but ignore them.
I down all three of the shots and do my thing with the lime and salt.
"All done there love?" Zayn asks flirtatiously. I flash him a smile.
"I guess so," I say loudly.
The alcohol is already having an affect on me, my vision is blurring and so is my judgement. However, I've always been a good drunk so I'm not worried.
"Wanna dance?" I whisper sexily in Liam's ear.
He's my first target. Mostly because we know absolutely nothing about this guy. We don't know his role in the gang and that's making everyone uncomfortable. Zayn hasn't been able to reveal any information because it doesn't pertain to his case.
Liam's strong arms wrap around my waist and press me close to his body. He moves us slowly onto the dance floor. Alright Sage, time to shine.
The beat thumps in my chest and I turn so that my back is facing his front. It's sexier and less personal this way. He puts his hands on my hips and I begin to sway my hips to the music, grinding against his crotch.
I press one of my hands on top of his and move the other one up and backwards, touching his hair. I press harder against his crotch, forcing a low moan from his throat.
Are bodies are flush against each other, his member pressing against me. We dance like that for a while, disappearing into the sea of people, losing ourselves in the music.
A head of crazy curls attracts my attention, I look through the sea of people, staying flush to Liam.
Harry's dancing with the bottle blonde, she's grinding on him harshly and he seems to be enjoying himself. Pig.
I close my eyes and try to lose myself in the music again but I just can't. The image of Harry and that girl keeps flashing through my mind. How am I supposed to get to him if he's always surrounded by willing girls? My mind races as I dance.
"Wanna get out of here?" Liam whispers lowly in my ear.
Why not.
"Sure," I whisper and he kisses my neck sloppily.
He grabs my hand and leads me through the crowd, out onto the busy city street. There's still a line out the door. Liam goes to call a cab but I pull him back.
"I have my car," I slur and pull the valet ticket out of my clutch bag.
Liam smiles warmly at me and leads me over to the valet station. I clutch on to his arm as I stumble over.
While the valet is getting my car Liam's arm tightens around me. I glance around to see a guy with a shaved head and tattoos on his arms eyeing me. I know that guy... I trained him...
"Sage," he calls out loudly, Liam turns and follows my gaze to the man, his eyes narrowing.
"Hey Blade," I say politely as he walks over to us.
"You know that guy?" Liam whispers in my ear. I nod as response and smile brightly as Blade nears us.
The bright side of what I've been doing for the past two months is that I don't have to change it for this operation. In fact, underground fight club trainer is perfect. Who would expect a girl like that to be a cop?
"Hey," Blade says politely. I smile at him. "I didn't know you came here."
"First time actually," I admit. "Marcus told me about it and I thought I'd check it out."
Blade nods his head. "We still on for Friday?" He asks. We have a training session Friday at 10.
"Sure thing," I say and smile.
Blade's friends holler at him and he turns, I follow his gaze to see a girl I beat up a few weeks ago glaring at me. "Is that?..." I point to her discreetly.
"Oh yeah" Blade rubs the back of his head sheepishly. "I totally forgot about that. She might still have some harsh feelings towards you."
I laugh and at that moment the valet pulls my car around. "See you Friday," I slur and Liam leads me to the car. The driver almost hands me the keys but thinks better of it when he sees me leaning on Liam for support.
"See ya later man," the valet says and Liam nods at him before pushing me in the car.
He starts it up and starts to drive off, I stare out at the shapes of people waiting in line at clubs and drunken couples making out in the middle of the sidewalk.
"So who was that guy?" He asks, glancing over at me.
"Oh that was Blade," I say drunkenly. "I train him."
Liam looks at me with furrowed eyebrows. "Train him?" He asks and stops at a red light.
"Yeah train," I slur. "Like fighting."
"Wait a minute," Liam says, having a revelation. "Are you a fight club trainer?"
I nod largely and continue staring out the window at the passing lights.
"So do you fight at all?"
"Sometimes," I admit. "I fought earlier actually. Tony only lets me fight like every two weeks though."
"Why?" Liam asks. His eyes scan my body, looking for injuries from my previous fights.
"Its not good for business if I fight all the time," I say as explanation. Liam sighs at my lack of detail.
"And why is that?" He asks, exasperated.
"Because I always win."
I guess you won't update any time soon, or at all.. am I right? I just want to say that it's an amazing and unusual story and it definitely deserves a proper ending.. but I understand that you are busy.. it's a shame, though..
4/12/15