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"How much for your number?" a slimy voice cooed from behind you. You leaned into your friend pretending to have not heard him. "A hundred enough?" you felt a hand slither around your shoulder, as a man dangerously older than you attempted to slide a dollar bill between your shirt and your chest.
Pushing his hand off with a glare you leaned away from him spitting out, "you'd need to spend that money on a shower before I go anywhere with you gramps" your friend giggling into her glass of liquor at your response.
He replied through crooked teeth "only if you get in with me" clearly not taking your message. With a desperate sigh you glanced to the rest of the room, noticing a handsome stranger in the corner. You replied, "Hmm, maybe I would but my boyfriend just got here" you cheekily smiled, getting up from the bar. Your friend whipped around in her chair, giving you a confused glance. Grabbing her drink from her hands you downed it, decidedly needing the confidence.
Sauntering away from the sleezebag you approached the stranger, plastering your side to his. He was much taller, dark shades on and a streak of white hair effortlessly gelled into place, adding to the suave look. He glanced down to you with a near expressionless face, except his eyebrows raised slightly. "I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend real quick, I'll buy you a drink, just get this asshole off my back?" you tried to give a convincing smile.
Suddenly his lips curled into a smile, one hand pushed the shades up into his hair, revealing cloudy green eyes that bore into your own. His other hand slipped around your hip, his large hand guiding your body to his, chest to chest. You felt your heartbeat quicken as his eyes flicked down to your lips.
"Gladly sweetheart" he purred as he tilted your chin up to connect your lips to his. Suddenly you were pressing your body closer to his, any space dissipating as you clutched the sides of his leather jacket, his hand still steady on your hip. The kiss started as a peck, but you quickly deepened it, not ready to let the warmth and tension of the kiss go.
He pulled away first, grinning out of the kiss. Fingers drumming a lazy pattern on your skin as he said "now, if you're my girl, I should buy you a drink right.. babe," his voice drawled on the last word, like he was testing the waters of your situation. With a hum of agreement you let him guide you back to the bar. Your friend's jaw was practically on the floor as he pulled up a chair next to you, now empty from the first guy who had clearly run off.
Unsure if it was the liquor or the butterflies you leaned into his chest grinning to your friend. She spoke up first, "so um, y/n who is this?" she choked out.
"Jason, pleasure to meet you," he simply nodded, squeezing your hip as your hand landed on his thigh. Confidence growing you continued, "yep, isn't he gorgeous?" you glanced up at Jason as he smirked down at you. Your friend stuttered in response. Jason lowered his head next to yours, breath fanning against your ear as he whispered "and how long are we keeping up this act sweetheart?" ending with a sultry kiss on your jawline right below your ear. Leaning further into his chest you turned your head upwards, eyes meeting his.
"I never lose a game of chicken, if that's what you're asking." you quietly replied, noticing him bite his lip with a smirk. "Neither do I." He replied as his hand raised from your hip, slipping under your shirt letting his calloused hand slide around you, trapping you within his embrace. A tingling sensation laced up your spine as you realized this "game" could last the night, and looking at Jason, hopefully more than two rounds ;)
"Should we leave then?" you decided to be forward, testing his commitment to your challenge. "Gladly," he remarked, sliding a couple bills on the table as he nodded to your friend who was still visibly in shock.
As you stood up his hand found its place back on your hip but you decided you would be unable to walk from the butterflies, so you laced your hand in his, leading him out of the bar. Immediately you heard him hum at the loss of contact, but he gave your hand a squeeze as the cold gotham air burst through the opened bar door. "This way angel, I don't quite think I'm done treating you tonight," he teased, leading you towards a sleek motorcycle and after that, you let him take control.
And it was one hell of a ride.