SHOVE IT!!!![open]

[steph3]

The music was blasting and all Dominic could do was itch for a dance. He loved dancing though he was used to techno, dub step, and the usual club music that plagued Barcelona where he’d been born and raised. He liked this, though. It wasn’t the usual Spanish cultural music (like salsa or bachata) and it wasn’t the usual techno garbage he had grown accustomed to over the years. It was like a mixture of the two. He had a Corona casually in his hand as he sat at the bar, taking a gulp of it. He had left Lolita with all his money while he’d been in Mexico in order to keep the men following him from going after her. They left her alone, from what he could tell, and he’d returned to Sapphire Bay where they once again followed him. It was why he was in this club. He’d noticed someone following him and he’d blended in with the crowd despite his 6’4 height that sort of ruined that a bit. He towered above almost everyone at the club by at least half a head and he felt a bit like a green giant like on the green giant vegetables cans. He wore nothing special, some chucks, loose fitted jeans, and a plain white tee shirt. He had a leather bracelet around his neck that had Madeline’s name on it-for his niece that he adored to pieces and he had his wallet buried in his deep pockets. He felt off and awkward in that club-like he was too old. But he was young, younger than his attitude and personality gave off though his appearance screamed youth and lust with every glance of his teal orbs.

Giving the counter a tap with his empty Corona for another, he waited for the bartender to slide him over another as he put the money under the empty bottle for him whenever he wanted to take it. This was becoming routine-drinking this much. Was it strange he missed that ridiculous gal that Lolita was? She was insane, truly. She had pepper sprayed him the first night they met and he couldn’t understand to this day why she did so. He never asked her and she never told him. He’d gotten used to her company, to sleeping in the tiny twin sized mattress with him, with her ranting about her life and him telling her how much he missed his home in Barcelona-as poor as he’d been. He had his family over there…that was enough to keep the man happy. But then they’d kissed, had a few heated make out sessions, and nothing more. What killed the passion? When he got a phone call from his father who wanted to speak to this mysterious woman he’d tell him about and it turned out…his father was her father.

They were half siblings.

And mortified and horrified by this discovery, he’d come back here to Sapphire Bay and left her every penny he had in order for her to find her way to wherever it was she wanted to go. Last he heard, she was going back to New York City or maybe to Barcelona to see her father and get money out of him so she could go to college or something. He stopped keeping in contact with her. He couldn’t bare thinking he’d kissed his own sister he’d never met. It freaked him out and made his skin crawl. Looking down at his beer, though, he pushed all thoughts of her and her well being out of his head. He was living in a crap apartment and still making his money through races and at a local mechanic shop. This was getting out of hand, all these damn emotions. And he had to get these men off his back. Yeah, the deal went bad those years ago, but they hadn’t lost a family member. He had. His older brother had been a mentor to him, a father, a role model, practically his idol. His best friend and anything Dom could ever ask all taken away from a bullet between the eyes right before three more hit his chest and he went down. He hadn’t even been able to go to the funeral. They had to pay. Not Dominic. Taking a swig from his beer, he heard someone say something to him and he glanced over at the person, feeling the effects, slightly, of that sixth beer. He wasn’t a big drinker so it didn’t take much to get him drunk-as silly as it sounded, “Perdon, what?” Of course he’d let the Spanglish slip out. So typical of him.

[johnny]

The beer in his hand was cold and that was just how Johnny liked it. Seriously, it was better being cold then warm. He knew some people liked the warmness of the bubbles, but honestly, it grossed him out. Warm beer felt gross in his stomach and when he swallowed it. He pushed his way through the club, feeling bodies grind all over him. Johnny paused when a pretty blond gave him a wink and he winked backed. Oh, so this was why his buddies enjoyed coming to the club. Not because the beer was cheap, but because the girls were smoking and most likely horny as hell. But his beer was running low and Johnny knew that the majority of the girls would be waiting for him when he came back. Taking the last sip, he tossed the bottle into the can next to him before he continued pushing through the crowd.

It was nice to be able to have fun. Seriously, he hadn’t had fun in a while. Vienna was nice and fun, and Mady was dramatic in herself, but nothing that was guy fun. Even his buddies were busy, and for the first time, he was riding solo. Literally. He knew pretty much no one here at the club and that made it alright. At least no one could gossip about him or be like ‘oh. You don’t go here’ and him feel very self-conscious. He didn’t go partying. Usually, he and his buddies had a couple of beers at Five Guys or at his house and played poker. That was just what guys did. And considering he was a guys guy, who was open for a beer at noon or farting around watching football, his life was content. Sure, he wasn’t rolling in the dough, but that was alright. He didn’t want to. Johnny was content living in a small apartment in the middle of a big city. And his sister was right around the corner.

Sitting down, he smiled at the pretty bartender behind the counter and watched her grab him another beer. His eyes glanced around the table and landed on a rather drunk looking man. The guy’s eyes were out of focus and Johnny knew that the poor man was a disaster on the roll. Something horrible would happen if he didn’t step in and control the man. His blue eyes met the pretty bartender again and he made the cut off sign before pointing to the man next to him. The brunette male may not like that, but he could care less. There was a difference between drinking and having fun and drinking your sorrows away; he knew that. Johnny knew that very well. He had spent his freshman year in college drinking away his fears and rejection.

”Dude, you look terrible. Drinking away your sorrows?” he asked, but apparently the man heard nothing. And his thoughts were confirmed moments later when the man blinked and looked in his direction. ”Drinking away your sorrows?” Johnny asked a little louder, wondering if the music was making the situation an even greater loss cause. ”I know how that is, man” he took a sip of his drink to emphasize it. Vivienne had done that to him, and he had no one else to blame but himself. There had been no reason for him to fall that much in love with her.