As his colleague got off the stage, much to the good-natured groans of the female audience, Alex gave a resigned sigh. Go on... It's like a plaster - you just have to rip it off and get it over and done with. No point in prolonging the inevitable.
Getting up on stage, he let the music wash over him as he scanned the audience. He spotted her in an instant, sitting over by the bar. Lordy, she was by the stage as well... Crap.
Why, karma? Why do you hate me so?
But tonight... Well, tonight he felt awful. Why he felt like this, he wasn't sure. After all, he and Idrys weren't even dating. But this wasn't the way she should have found out...
And then he saw the disappointment written all over her face. He shot her a thoroughly apologetic look, mouthing an 'I'm sorry'. But there was nothing he could do. Not while he was up on this stage, anyway.
She caught the moment when he looked in her direction with an apologetic look, but there was not much he could do now. She swallowed again; with no other words or glances, she stood up, took her purse and headed outside. She couldn't deal with this. She passed a hand through her long hair and shook her head; how could she be so dumb?
This is wrong... I should get off the stage. Get someone to cover me. I should follow her...
Shush you. It's not just a girl. She's not just a girl.
This feeling, whatever it was, was foreign to him. Alex wasn't one to get possessive, or care much about what people thought of him. And yet when it came to Idrys, he actually did care. For what possible reason, he couldn't understand.
It's because she's different. Different from all the other girls you've met. And that was the truth. She was different, in that she retained a charming naivety about the world. She was sweet and demure, and Alex liked that.
Later, she again thought of going home, but instead, took another decision. A harder one, maybe a wrong one, but she had to know and clear some things. So she returned to the club; it was almost morning and everyone had left. She didn't even know if he'd still be there, but she had to try.
As the last few customers shuffled out, the dancer sat at the bar, drinking all alone. Why hadn't he gone after her, gone to find her? Because by the time he'd managed to head out after her, she was long gone. Guess there's no chance of a date now...
She sighed slightly and slowly walked up to him. "Hey," she said quietly, looking at his back. She didn't even know why she was there, but she had to talk to him and see what he wanted from her.
Don't think about her. Stop. Right now.
Just as he took a sip from the new bottle, he heard a voice at his shoulder. A voice that could only belong to one person. "Hello Idrys," he replied, a shadow of a smile crossing his lips. "Please, feel free to sit. Wanna beer or something?"
"Why did you do it, Alex?" she asked quietly, raising her shoulders a little. "Why did you give me your phone number, why did you agree to come here with me tonight, if that was going to happen? What did you think that it was going to happen?" She had many question and no answer to them.
"How do I know that you didn't just want to bring more people to your show? You didn't tell me what you were doing, any sane person would understand this," she said just as quietly, looking down again.
At her words he shook his head. "Because there's no need for me to bring more people to my show. It's busy enough as it is. And if I did, I certainly wouldn't go to Papillion Noir to recruit them."
"Okay, I... I'm sorry, for running off like that," she spoke quietly. She was not one to apologize usually, but she felt like it was need of that at the moment. "It must have looked as if your job is something embarassing, which is not. Really, you're very talented and a great dancer," she assured him with a slight, shy nod.
"I... don't know, I thought you were a bartender or something," she said with a shy shrug and a slight blush in her cheeks.
She sighed softly then looked at him again. "I feel so bad for reacting like this. What can I do to make up for it?" she asked, another slight smile playing in the corners of her lips.
"Just relax, yeah...? Let bygones be bygones, or whatever that odd saying is. Either way it's in the past and no point in beating yourself up about it. As for what you can do," here a mischievous sparkle came into his eyes, "well, maybe we could go out again some time for drinks and dancing. Far away from this place though," he added with another laugh.
Idrys smiled when he told her to relax and just forget about it. She had thought that he would be upset, but it was better this way. It was true that they didn't even know each other properly, but she didn't want him upset. At his next words though, about what she could do, a smile and a blush flooded her face. "I would love to," she replied, this time looking straight into his lovely eyes.
The sparkle in his eyes refused to leave when the lovely female before him agreed to his offer. "Brilliant," he told her, holding her gaze and hoping that the smile that played on his lips didn't look as goofy as he worried it might. "Any particular place you'd like to go?"
At his next question, she looked at him and shook her head slowly. "No, not really," she said with a slight shrug. "Though I would like it to be far away from here. Or Le Papillon," she chuckled.