No Good For You

III

"I'm thirsty." I stated.
"What do you want?" Rayne asked.
"I can get it." I said and stood up.
"Not dressed like that you can't."

I sat back down with a roll of my eyes.

"Just give me an Arnold Palmer." I answered.
He got up and walked over to the counter.

I looked off into the crowd for the guy.

"Evening." I heard behind me.
I looked to see and apparently...he found me.

"Hi." I smiled.
"Mind if I sit?"
"Not at all."
He walked around and sat next to me.

"You..." he began. "Are absolutely stunning."
"Thank you." I said sweetly.
Rayne had come back and placed my drink on the table. He then walked to stand behind me.
"Uhh...Boyfriend?" Rj asked.
"No, bodyguard."
"I see. You must have some significance."
"That's what they tell me."
"What do you do?"
"If I told you that I think I'd be in a bit of danger, don't you?" I sipped.
He snickered. "That means you don't trust me."
"I just met you."
"Touchè."

I looked around and saw Psycho and Riot walking towards the bar. Women gawking at their presence. Riot turned around and leaned back against the counter as Psycho ordered.
A woman went and spoke to him.

"You new in town? I don't think I've seen you before." Rj stated.
I crossed one leg over the other and made sure it slipped through the split. "I don't live too far from here. About thirty minutes."
"I see. So that means there's a bigger chance I'll see you more often?" he asked.
"Well, that depends on how well tonight goes." I answered and fixed his collar.

My phone began to ring inside my purse.
I grabbed it then read the contact and sighed.

"Excuse me for a second." I said. He nodded and I stood up to walk off.

"What do you want?" I answered.
"The fuck are you wearin'?" Riot asked.
"A dress."
"What'd I tell you to wear?"
"When did I start followin' your directions?"
The phone clicked and I saw that he'd hung up.

I looked up and saw that he and Psycho had taken the seat across from Rj.
Rayne had left.
I walked back over to my seat.

"Sorry about that. Some idiot was calling me about something ridiculous." I stated.
"That's alright."

Psycho sat with his phone in his hands and leaning forward. Riot sat next to him with both arms over the back of the couch and pretended to look around the club. Soon a woman came and sat next to him.

"Hi." she greeted him.
"Hey." he smiled.

Dumb bitch.

"So what is it you do?" I asked Rj.
"I own the club you're sitting in, sweetheart."
"Really?!" I acted oblivious.
"Yea, you like it?"
"I love it." I smiled.

I heard giggling and looked forward.
The girl was now straddling Riot's lap as the two made out. His hands on her ass, and her hands holding his face or running through his hair. Psycho was giving his full attention to some girl that had come and spoke to him. I wondered if either of these ladies knew that the boys forgot their names two minutes after being given them.

Another phone rang.
I looked at Rj.

"Let me take this, it'll be quick." he promised.
I nodded and watched him get up then walk away with phone to ear.

I looked across from me.
Riot was looking me in the eye as he rubbed tongues with the girl in his lap.
I rolled my eyes and stood up then walked to the bar.

"Two shots. Vodka." I told the tender.
He nodded then got to work.

I felt a hand slide over the small of my back.

"Hey..." smiled the guy.
I looked at him. "You always touch others without an invitation?" I asked as I was given my drinks.
"My bad, gorgeous." He removed his hand.
I took a shot as a response.
"You here alone?" he wondered and looked around.
"Guess so." I took the second.
"You don't have to be."
"That's cute." I mocked.
"You think so?"
"Mhm."

"Yea, real cute."

I looked above the guy and saw Riot towering behind him with one hand on the bar counter and the other in his pocket.
The guy turned around and looked at him.

"What's up?" he asked nervously.
"I want you to move." Riot stated.
"I'm in the middle of a-..."
Riot swiped his nose then used the hand on the counter to push his blazer to the side. Revealing the pistol he kept in his waistband. "I'm not sayin' that shit again."

The guy walked away without a fight.

"I fucking hate you." I told him.
"You got a job to do and you're over here flirtin' with strangers."
"You forgot that when Blondie was grinding on your dick earlier, huh? You got a bit of lipgloss right there." I stated and swiped my lip for a demonstration.
He scoffed and just licked the lip gloss off. "My job is to make sure you don't get hurt."
"Can I ask you a question?" I wondered.
"Mhm."
I took a step closer. "How easy is it for you to even see me if some big headed bitch in your lap is blocking the view?"
"You mad you didn't get my full attention?"
"I'm mad you can be such a hypocrite. Don't interfere with anything else I'm doin'." I threatened.
"Or else what?"
"Or else I won't do my job at all and B's gonna ask me why. Who's he gonna get mad at when I say it was you?"
"Ain't my fault he treats you like some kinda princess."
"No, but it can become your problem. Be like your brother and mind your business."
He looked at Psycho who was back on his phone.

"He's a fuckin' idiot." he insulted.
"Then you two have something in common."
"Watch it."
I rolled my eyes and began to walk back to my seat.
He stopped me with a grip on my wrist.

"You talk to another one of those assholes and I'll break his face in. Be antisocial and save lives." he instructed.

"We'll see."

I walked back to my seat and he walked back to his.

I looked around waiting for Rj to come back.
As I did, my eyes locked on some man leaning against the bar. He smiled at me.

I looked at Riot and Riot glanced at him then back at me.

I kept my eyes locked on him as I leaned back and slowly spread my legs until my thighs hung out of the slits in my dress, the front piece of fabric only covering my privates.
His jaw clenched and I looked back at the man at the bar.

He began walking over.

"Hey..." he said.
"Hi." I smiled up at him.
"You're beautiful."
"Really? You think so?" I asked sweetly. My eyes looked back at Riot and watched him.

He had one arm over the back of his couch and the other resting in his lap.

He slipped his blazer to the side and pulled out his gun then aimed it at the guy's head. I watched him cock the weapon.

I assumed he was bluffing.

I looked back at the man in front of me.

"Have a drink with m-..."
A gunshot went off.

The guy fell to his knees in front of me then laid on the ground.

I looked at Riot.

His gun was placed in his lap as he stared at me.