2019-07-13 - trouble Meets Trouble

It was a Saturday night, so the club was packed. Which was good and bad. Good because the tips were good, bad because Dahlia was having a hell of a time trying to keep up with it all. Though she was managing somehow with the help of the other bartender. She hadn't been working at Firefly for too long but she was starting to live up to the claim that she was a decent bartender at least. There was a slight lull in orders, so Dahlia was making some small talk with a few of the patrons hanging out by the bar. A little flirting too, because she wanted those tips! Her attire tonight in a bright blue halter top and a pair of black denim shorts. Hair tossed back in a ponytail. Also visible in the dim light, because of how damn pale she is, is a jagged, but scar on her left shoulder that looks oddly like a human bite mark if anyone tried to give it a close examination.

Jay isn't particularly the type of person who asks about scars. At least, not at first glance. None of his business! He pops up at the bar and squeezes in between two people, elbows coming down on the bar. He's in flashy red jeans and an a-shirt with a short-sleeved button up on top of it. It's hot out and more so on the dance floor, from whence he comes. He leans up on the bar and at almost six feet, is high enough that he attracts attention. He smiles over Dahlia's way, and waits more or less patiently.

It was definitely the jeans that Dahlia saw first, because who even wore red jeans these days and also bright colors in general were easier to flash. Then her gaze slides up from the jeans to owner of them when he gets closer to the bar. A friendly enough smile is given in return as she slides over towards where he's posted himself up. "Havin fun out there?" Brow quirking briefly. "What can I getcha?" She's also trying this thing where she predicts what they're going to want. She is not at all good at it yet so for now, it's just a mental guess while she readies to grab whatever necessary things she'll need for his order.

"I'm trying!" Jay says with a smile. Look, red jeans are cool for dancing. He's not here to be a fashion statement. Jay grins at her. "Piņa colada." What the ever loving fuck. He doesn't even look like he's waiting for her to ask him if it's a joke. He's serious. His fingers drum on the bartop as he smiles at her, eyes flitting up and down to take her in. It's not subtle, but he's not, like, undressing her with his eyes or anything. "Lotta work tonight," he says, glancing around.

Dahlia rolls Drink Mixing: Success (7 5 4 4 3)

"Comin' up." Flashing another smile. Dahlia, being so new to bar tending, doesn't even bat an eyelash. Hey, Pina Coladas were good. There's a whole song about them and getting caught in the rain. So you know, anything good enough to get a song is good enough to drink. She can feel him checking her out, but it's not the first time she's been given the look over tonight and it certainly won't be the last. "There is! Which is good." As she mixes up the drink like see more or less knows what she's doing. "I'd rather it be slammed than slow. Idle hands and all that." Setting the glass down in front of him and she even gives him a blue little umbrella. "Lemme know how you like it. Be honest." Is something she tends to say to everyone because the only way to improve is to get feedback! The Pina colada is likely not the best one he's ever had, but it's certainly not the worst. Likely very middle of the road and average.

It's also a song about cheating; or the intent to, anyway, so. Jay shrugs. "I find things to do with my hands when it's not busy." He flashes her a grin and takes the drink, sipping it quickly and then holding up his hand in an A-OK gesture. "You're on track. Less sugar, more coconut, gives it a more natural sweetness," he says. "But it's good. You new at this or do you just like it when people critique your work?"

Dahlia laughs at that, giving him a brief once over of her own. "I'll bet you do honey. You seem like the sort that's never bored." One of the customers beside him asks for another beer and she grabs it as she thinks over the question. Giving the man a smile and a 'here ya go hun' before focusing up on Jay again. "Little a both? I like knowing how I'm doing but I've also never bartended before. Just don't tell my boss that." Shaking her head. There's a touch of amusement but also some truth to it. "You look a little familiar, what's your name?" She vaguely recognizes him from having seen him around the trailer park. She just hasn't put two and two together yet.

Jay gives her a knowing smile when she calls him 'honey'. Like it doesn't matter if she's flirting for the tip or flirting for real; in here, when on opposite sides of the bar, it's always for the tip. He holds his fingers to his lips and zips them. "Not a soul. Much less your boss. Do I look like a rat?" He grins. "I bartend at If Two By Sea. Maybe there?" He scrunches his nose, sipping his drink. "I would remember, though," he says, still thinking.

For the tip, and to try and keep them coming back. Because repeat customers eventually meant bigger tips. At least, that's how waitressing worked in LA. She put a hand over her heart. "Such a gentleman, I appreciate it." Then chuckled again. "No, sir you don't. Maybe I have seen you there." Pondering on it herself. "I haven't been over that way in a while though." At least she seems to be pretty good at multitasking, taking orders while they talk and able to keep up with the conversation. "How about Huckleberry? Do you live over that way?" Dahlia hasn't done too much exploration since she's been back in town so there's only so many places it could be.

Jay lifts both brows and then nods, taking a sip of his drink. He waits for her to finish an order and then says, "That's probably it then, yeah. I'm crashing in a friend's trailer down there. I don't pay too much attention to the neighbors, though. My bad, clearly."

"Clearly." Dahlia winked and chuckled, taking a brief break and leaning against the bar top some. "I haven't been around there lately, but yeah that's gotta be it. I'm Dahlia." She offered. Because either this wasnt' the sort of place that did the name tag thing or she just forgot a name tag. Probably the former. Leaning down to grab a bottle of water from under the bar and take a sip from it. "Have you been in town long?"

"Jay." He smiles again, easy and chill. He sips his piņa colada. "A month and change? Maybe two? I'm not good at keeping track of time unless I'm required to." He shrugs a bit and then says, "It's nice to meet you, Dahlia. If you swing by the park more often, maybe I'd see you more."

"Fair enough. All the days just tend to blur together anyway after awhile." Dahlia mused. "Nice to meet you too Jay." Another sip of water before she stows the bottle again. "Yeah? Maybe. That might just be enough of a reason for me to come 'round." A light teasing in her tone. "If you come here more often you'd see me more too."

"True," Jay says, leaning into the bar and sipping his drink with a grin. "I might do that. Although the bar in the middle is kind of a downer. Are you the kind of bartender that doesn't dance where she slings drinks?"

"Course I'm not. This is the only decent place to dance around here." Dahlia returned the grin. "In fact," A brief look towards the register to check the time then back to him , "if you wanna hang around for another 10 minutes or so I'll be free. And we can see how the conversation goes when there isn't a bar in the middle hm?"

Jay smiles and drinks the rest of his piņa colada, digging out money for both the drink and her tip. "Sure. Come find me." And then he sort of just sinks back into the crowd behind him.

To be perfectly honest, Jay isn't hard to find. He's a good dancer--natural talent meets predisposition--and he's found a place where people are dancing but less pressed together like sardines at a rave. He also took a quick smoke break in the middle, because addiction.

Dahlia watches him melt back into the crowd and then finishes off her shift. Her tips get stashed in her employee locker for now, along with her purse and then she's heading out into the crowd. It's not too hard to navigate, and of course those red pants are easy to spot. Dahlia slides up near him, falling into the rhythm of the song pretty easily. Giving him a little grin. Now that there isn't a bar between them, he's a fair bit taller than her! At least half a foot.

He is! Tall Asian people are more and more common in America but it's still rare enough that he gets some looks. There's taller, of course. He smiles when she comes up close and then sidles a little closer himself. Jay is a lot of things, but one of the things he's not is particularly shy. Once she's close enough on her own acord, he sort of reaches out and slides a finger into the belt loop of her jeans. It's less tugging her to him than it is using it to justify him getting right up in her space.

Dahlia isn't the shy sort either so when his finger slides in to the loop on her shorts, she gets just a little closer. One hand sliding up his side, to his shoulder, rolling her body against his for a few beats during a particular part of the current song and then pulling back just a half step or so. Still well in each other's space, but not right up on him.

Oh, Jay isn't pushy or demanding. Once her arm is on his shoulder, he slides the finger from her belt loop and then his hand up onto her hip, resting their loosely. He takes the slow roll against him with a broad, easy smile, and when she steps back, he stays close, his hand shifting a little, fingers curling. He has nails, and though they aren't overly long, she can probably feel them raking softly over her skin just above her jeans, under the hem of her halter.

There's mischief dancing in Dahlia's eyes as she feels his nails against her skin. Then it's her turn to slide a finger into the front loops on either side of his jeans and pull him in a little closer. Their bodies would just barely be touching. Then she's turning around, fingers brushing against the base of his neck as her back pressed to his chest as they danced.

There's a good chance that Jay is genetically incapable of disliking mischief, so when it dances in her eyes he just gives her a little head tilt and a wide, easy grin. And then she's pulling him closer,a nd then she's turning around and Jay's eyes slide down to her hips, lower, and the hand still at her waist is joined by the other one, on the other side of her, fingers sliding over the waistband of her shorts, under the halter, holding her there as he watches her dance back into him. When her back presses to his chest and her hand to the back of his neck, one of the hands on her waist slides onward, slipping over her stomach under the halter. He turns his head just so he can press a sigh against her ear.

There's a subtle little shiver that runs through Dahlia as his hands slide over her skin. She moves her hips, grinding against him in rhythm with the song. When he tilts his head, her hand slides up to tease at the base of his hair. She stays up against him like this until the song fades out. Her head tilts a little so she could murmur into his ear. "You've got some pretty good moves Jay." As a new one starts to fade in, she's turning slowly to face him. Hands falling back down to his hips, toying with the hem of his shirt.

Jay grins at her compliment. "I'm not the only one." And his hand stays on her belly, raking nails softly over it until the song ends and she's turning around, hemming his shirt. He slides his hands around her hips and then pulls her a little closer, his fingers edging low over the top curve of her ass. He doesn't stop moving, though it's a little less pronounced; a little less intense. Mostly because he's catching her eyes now and grinning. "What else you got?" Almost a challenge.

Jay would feel her fingers slipping up to tease against his bare skin as he asked what else she had. A little grin playing on her lips in return. "What else I got might just get me fired." Pressing in close to him again. "Maybe we can slip outside and I might be feelin' nice enough to show you." A chuckle escaping as her fingers started to move farther up and then retracted completely. Settling back on his hips, above the clothing. She does slowly come to a stop with the dancing, holding his gaze and waiting to see what he might do.

Jay tilts his head to listen to her answer over the music, and then when she comes to a stop with the dancing, so does he, taking that quarter-of-a-step forward. He doesn't rtake his eyes off of hers as he lets his hand drop down a bit, giving her ass a puckish pat. "Wouldn't wanna get you fired, but now I'm all curious. You wanna lead the way?"

Dahlia smirks just a touch and turns around, taking his hand and leading him out one the doors marked 'EXIT' which leads just to the side of the building. Drawing in a breath as the cooler night air hits, she exhales in a laugh. It felt better out here anyway, away from the crowd. "I thik you might just be a whole lotta fun Jay." Dahlia mused, leaning up against the building and pulling him in closer. Her fingers finding their way just up his shirt again. Lingering on the bare skin just above his waistband.

Once outside, Jay follows her until she's leaning back against a wall and pulling him in. He lifts an arm up and puts his forearm against the wall next to her head, looking down at her with a smile. "You think?" He tilts his head side to side. "I'm pretty sure you're a whole ton of fun, Dahlia." He lifts his other hand to press the back of his fingers against her hair and comb it back behind her ear. "The real question is, do you dole it out, or do you flood people with it?"

"Mmhm I do." Dahlia's cheeks were a little flushed from the dancing, giving some color to her ivory skin. "S'a good question." Leaning into his touch when he brushed her hair back and then straightened some again. Her fingers still dancing along his bare skin. "I like to think I dole it out. Things tend to get broken, stolen, or set on fire when I flood it." That amusement dancing in her eyes again. "What about you? What's your brand of fun?"

Jay's other hand slides up, snaking fingers up over her waistband, under her halter, and then slow slide of his hand around her waist, and then down, fingers crawling down her ass and then giving it a slow, curious squeeze. He grins. "I'm a little more of a see-where-shit-lands-after-the-fact kind of guy, to be honest." He leans in a little, nose brushing hers, smiling close to hers.

Dahlia leaned into his touch, returning the grin as he gives her ass a squeeze and she presses against his hand. "Have fun, ask questions later? Sounds like trouble." Gaze lingering on him for a minute longer before tilting her head ever so slightly. He'd feel her nails lightly dragging up his side, then back down, hooking her fingers inside his waistband now and pulling him in further. The michief dancing in her eyes again. "Sounds like a pretty good time to me." Then she closes the short distance, drawing him into a heated kiss.

"Who said anything about asking questions?" says Jay with a grin, sinking into the kiss when she drags him into it, his tongue sliding out and seeking hers, luring it out. The hand on her ass slides further over it, getting a nicer, fuller grip as he squeezes it and uses his teeth to try to catch her tongue so he can give it a few playful suckles, eyes open, watching hers. "I'm a lot of trouble," he warns her, though it's less of a warning and more of a promise, the way he says it.

Their tongues tangle as Dahlia deepens the kiss, letting him catch her tongue to suckle on it. As their lips part she gives his bottom lip a nip before moving on to his neck. "Lucky for you, trouble's my middle name." Dahlia had gotten in to plenty of trouble during her childhood days and in her current state of mind, trouble sounded like a lovely sort of distraction. Nibbling and suckling on the base of his neck, just shy of giving him a hickie. Though he may still feel it. "Do you wanna see what trouble we can get into?" Pressing him into another kiss. Because clearly the only proper answer to that question had to be 'yes'.

He doesn't even bother answering with words. He just gets a little smile on his face and tilts his head to give her more neck, just before his hand drops a bit, and then gives her ass another pat. Except this time it isn't light or teasing--it's more like an urging spank, right at the edge of her shorts, where jean meets skin. "Let's rock, babe."

Dahlia grins at the smack and lightly pushes off the building. "Let's rock." The words practically purred as she took his hand, starting to lead him back around towards the front of the building. "Did you drive? Because if not, we're stealing a ride." Because no one wanted Dahlia behind a wheel of a car. Not because she couldn't drive, but because her temper tended to flare tenfold when she did. And stealing a car could be fun maybe. "Or did you have something else in mind?"

Maybe he drove, maybe he didn't; the fact of the matter is, at the prospect of stealing a car, Jay just smiles and lets her take his hand. "I think we can find a joyride," he says, following her. It doesn't take long for Jay to spot a nice one that looks like it isn't terribly well-protected. Poor alarm system, easily jimmied lock. It's still a classic, though: 69 Camaro. By the time he's got it opened on the driver's side, he's climbing inside and then leaning over to open the passenger side for her. Then he gets to hotwiring it. "Anyone with this car and no alarm deserves it getting jacked."

Tonight was going to be loads of fun. Dahlia could tell. She lets him take the lead in breaking in because she definitely has no idea how. Hopping into the passenger seat and keeping an eye out while he hotwires it. "Agreed. They're an idiot and they can walk home. This is a nice fuckin' car." Dahlia slipped off her sandals, kicking her feet up to lightly rest on the dash, rolling her window down.

Jay finishes, a spark revving up the car, and then he reaches over and pinches her lightly just where her shorts end on her thigh, with a grin, before he sits up and shifts gear. He checks his mirrors, and then hits it, shocking the car to a start and down the street, taking the first three corners in a row: left, right, left. And then he cruises, glancing over at her. "So where we goin', hot stuff?"

Dahlia looks over at him with a grin, settling in her seat as he takes off. Enjoying the breeze in her hair. "How 'bout for a swim? There's a few empty places near where I'm crashing. The pools are just begging to be used you know."

Jay settles in his seat and then he stretches his arm out over to her, sliding his fingers over her neck and them up into her hair, scritching a little, watching the road. He steals a glance at her, and then back at the road. "Works for me. Navigate me."

A pleased little noise at the fingers in her hair. Navigating him towards Bayside Road. The area where all the nice mansions were. There's one partially lit up, number 11. "That's where we're staying. But my roommates home. And it's not nearly as fun as using a pool you aren't allowed to." And then she navigates him a bit farther up to one of the empty mansions. There's no 'For sale' sign but also no signs of life. Maybe the owners are on vacation.

The pleased little noise ensures that his hand stays on her neck, fingers in her hair, stroking and scritching. He drives pretty well. Eventually they pass where she's staying, and then on to the mansion she's designated their target. "You sure no one's home?" he asks, though it doesn't sound like he cares overly much. He pulls the Camaro to a slow stop around one side of the property, shifting in his seat.

While he drives, Dahlia's hand slides over to his thigh, resting casually aside a little squeeze now and again. "Sure enough." She shrugged, leaning over to pull him into another kiss before sliding out of the car. She does a little bit of a stretch, lifting her arms over her head and maybe showing off. "Let's see what we're workin' with." Coming over to his side and starting to head up to go around the back and check out the pool area.

When she stretches and shows off, he watches. He makes sure she knows he's watching, too, and then when she walks around the car, he pops his door open and slides out. Under his shirt there are tattoos; maybe over his chest and back and sleeves, but it's hard to tell. He follows her, waiting until she slows down and puckishly sliding his hand down one of her back pockets. Squeeze. "Well? How you planning to get us in here, hrm?" He got the car. Her turn.

Dahlia rolls Breaking In: Good Success (8 8 6 2)

"Don't you worry baby. I'll get us in." Dahlia assured him, sliding an arm around his waist. As they draw closer to the house she's debating on if she wants to do the screen door or the front door. She opts for the front. There's no signs that she can see for a security system so maybe they're in luck? She takes a gander at the usual areas someone might hide a key but no dice. So instead she does it the old fashioned way. Sliding a credit card out of her back pocket and a bobby pin out of her hair, Dahlia went to work. Soon enough there was a click and the door opened. Looking over at Jay, she tossed a wink. "Let's have a party." Stepping into the house.