It Was Only a Text

F'd Up Date Night pt.2

~I can't feel my face when I'm with you

But I love it, but I love it, oh~

~The Weeknd~

I was not ready. I was so wrong. We left the small office and moved back into the dark. He helped me through to get back to the exit. Once we were back outside, I started to head towards the car. Joker's hand stopped me, he moved us the opposite direction. I let him lead me to whatever he had planned next. Fear bubbled in my gut, unsure what he was about to drag me into. He pulled me down a street I didn't recognize. He stopped abruptly and turned to me. His hands moved up my arms and squeezed.

"Lets have some fun."

I nodded. He leaned forward kissing me then pulled his gun. He grabbed my hand and pulled me with him across the street. We walked up to a building. The sign on the outside said 'Lonny's'. I wasn't sure what we were about to do. The doors slapped open and everyone inside the room froze.

Joker practically skipped his way through the people scattered around the room, I followed him, my hand near my gun, but noone said a word or even moved from their seats. We made it through the room unmolested and into a back area. I still wasn't 100% sure what this place even was. Joker walked up to a door, waiting for me to catch up.

"Relax." he said.

He kissed me again, put his gun away and then opened the door.

"Gentleman, sorry to keep you waiting."

We stepped through the door. I saw three men sitting around a table. Joker walked up and sat in one of the empty chairs. I stood inside the room, unsure what I should be doing. Hell, I didn't even know why we were here.

Joker patted the seat next to him. I walked over and sat in the empty seat, my eyes moving from one man to another. Two drinks were set down in front of us. Joker grabbed his glass and downed it in one go. I sipped the brown liquid, trying not to cringe at the taste of scotch.

Joker slapped his cup down on the table.

"Well what are we waiting for?" he asked, smacking his lips.

The men looked at me. I raised an eyebrow and started right back at them. Joker pulled his gun again, setting it on his knee as his legs bounced with pent up energy.

"Do we have a problem?"

I nearly laughed as a chorus of 'No's' sounded around the room. Then the men started to talk. I watched as they started to move around, placing different things on the table. My eyes flicked from item to item. There was money of course, then a wide selection of drugs. I was surprised. I didn't think Joker would partake in this kind of stuff. To be fair though, I don't know that much about him.

There were bags of colorful pills, small baggies of weed, and small glass vials of powder. I sat silently sipping my scotch. The men talked about pricing and sales. Cuts and profits. I schooled my face, but felt shocked. Maybe Joker was a drug dealer? I weighed the options, would I rather he be a user or dealer? Honestly, I didn't know.

His voice was so close to my ear, startling me from my thoughts. I almost dropped the glass I was holding.

"You bored?"

I looked at him, "Just confused." I said low enough for only him to hear.

"You can ask questions later."

I nodded.

"Bag em up boys." he said loud enough for them to hear, though he kept his eyes were on me.