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SINNER [ escapism ii] | jburrow

AN: Hi, back on my shit with a sequel to Escapism and I will be taking a century long break from writing smut because fuck, this shit took so long to write today that I’m pretty sure I preemptively aged 70 years.

The vibe for the sequel is SINNER by Mishaal Tamer gn kids

Warnings(s): Alcohol consumption, implied consent, fem!reader smut (MDNI, 18+); unprotected sex

Word count: 5.8k

LINK TO PT I Escapism:

Lauren had swept in a few minutes afterwards, with Nick in tow at her heels, her hand releasing his once she had reached the bar that had been her friend’s poor attempt at a saving grace; nearly falling over herself at the bottom step to the floor and practically falling into the pair. Lauren had glanced at Joe as she approached, breathless and laughing as her friend tore her gaze away from the blonde who stood upright at her arrival, the pair of women looking at each other. Her gaze had darted towards where Nick had come up on Joe’s right, nudging him with an elbow to get his attention whilst Joe had taken another long drink from his cup and slowly turning his eyes away after a pause, blue eyes scanning up and down his friend as though he had noted it too — a smear of lipstick to the side of his neck, the black t-shirt doing nothing to hide it.

“You looked like you needed some saving.” Lauren breathed out as she leaned into her, still breathless from her running down the floor and steps in a hurry; she slung an arm around her waist, drawing her attention away from the two men who had become engrossed in their own discussion.

“My savior.” She teased, the free hand not currently occupied with her drink lifting to pinch her cheek, grinning wide as Lauren swatted her hand away with playful whine about her makeup as she covered her cheek that pinkened from the light gesture of her friend. YN hummed as she took a drink from the whiskey sour in her hand, swallowing and lowering it to speak, “It was already messed up, I don’t think I could do more damage.” She commented, the buzzed smile on her face as she tilted her head in the direction of the men who were still preoccupied by whatever Nick was mid-explaining as the pair looked at his phone. Her hand rose to tap her bottom lip with a fingertip, a grin on Lauren’s face.

Her head tilted with a laugh, Lauren’s hand grabbing the hand that had reached out to her face and snagging it in her grasp, her fingers lacing with hers. “Dance with me, you’re not just here to look pretty.” Lauren said, leaning into her to ensure she could be heard as she began to tug her along and away from the bar however she was met by resistance.

“Oh, god, Lauren, no—“

“Come on!”

She could give it to her, that Lauren was stubborn and committed to making things happen — there was no denying her. She watched as her friend had turned, walking backwards as she pulled her along for a few steps as she watched YN’s features soften, caving into her demand as she sighed before grinning at her realization that she had won. Her shoulder grazed Joe’s, touching his back with her knuckles to get his attention for a moment as the two men turned momentarily, shoving the drink into his hand as she flashed a smile over her shoulder at him and followed Lauren into the crowd of dancing bodies that filled every corner of the club; the pulsating music moving the crowd. She wasn’t much of a dancer, but something allowed her to move freely, following Lauren’s lead as the pair inched to the outer edge of the crowd and found a rhythm — maybe it was liquor or the feeling of Joe’s eyes on her as she moved, her head turning to find his eyes through the crowd from his place at the bar, intently watching. She held his eyes as he turned slightly, disregarding whatever Nick was pointing at, already engrossed in conversation with a tiny blonde to his right.

Joe didn’t like to be the type to hover—no. Instead, he was a patient, calculated guy who kept his eyes on what he wanted at all times, just observing; watching until he was ready and his time came.

She watched as he took a long drink from her cup, only then did he drop the eye contact to turn and set it down on the bar top as it was emptied behind him. Her attention was only torn away as he seemed to disappear for a moment behind a couple of passing bodies, the sight of his white t-shirt gone in an instant as a trio of drunk girls who were giggling and clinging to each other with red, glossed over eyes mid-laughter passed the spot that he had claimed by the bar as her eyes searched for him to no avail — he was gone, leaving no trace that he had even been there other than his friend who didn’t even seem to notice his disappearance. She turned her body so that her back was to the crowd, leaning onto her toes as her eyes scanned along the heads that were crowded around the tiny countertop against the wall, however the sight was overwhelming, filled with constant movement of men who oozed desperation and girls who wreaked of nativity, with shifting eyes and stiff movements that implied inexperience. A flash of blonde hair over a crowd had caught her eye, prompting her to take a step in the direction of it as she tried to find those familiar eyes — maybe that smug smile that hinted at arrogance.

A hand on her elbow stopped her, halfway through stepping out and closer to the head of hair, stumbling back half a step when the face turned and appeared through a gap in the movement that didn’t match those familiar boy next door features, “Hey, what’s up?”

Her head turned towards the voice, making eye contact with a young guy who barely reached her eyes as he stared at her expectantly, doing his best to swoon her with a smile that was stiff and hinted at immaturity, lopsided as his gaze scanned over her. The feeling of his eyes on her made her want to crawl out of her skin and disappear as her head swayed from side to side, mouth opening to stammer out some response of ‘no, thank you’ but sliding her arm from his grasp, coming up short for words and recoiling from his touch with tense shoulders and pulling her arms into herself; wrapping around herself as her head turned to look again towards where Joe had previously stood — it was aimless, she knew he wouldn’t be there, but it felt like a good enough starting point.

“What? Have you got a man or something?”

Her eyes scanned from left to right, her eyes searching every face she could make out under the poor lighting. A sudden warmth spread across her cheeks, ashamed and embarrassed as she searched for him; where the fuck had he gone? The idea of another girl having caught his attention a sickening thought that made her angry as she sharply inhaled, feeling a hand touch her side and tearing her from the image — the thought of Joe’s lips on another’s throat, hands at their waist and tugging at their shirt—

“Hey, I’m talking to you.”

She glanced over her right shoulder, hair falling behind her as she turned to look back at the boyish stranger who looked like a teenage boy throwing a tantrum and pouting by fault of her rejection as she stepped forward, hands immediately finding her hips as she stepped into the figure that seemed to materialize ahead of her, the sudden contact bringing a yelp of surprise. He wasn’t confrontational but he had a presence about him that could come across as intimidating as he towered over her, his gaze glancing behind her towards the younger man for half a second, a furrow of his brow being flashed in his direction before turning his attention back to her — his touch radiated something soothing deep down to her bones as she seemed to collapse into his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne, his right hand coming up her back and planting between her ribs to press her into him. She could have stayed just like that, embracing the warmth and comfort he provided but her attention was drawn back to his face as she looked up at him, his hands coming up to her hold her ribs with a careful hands as though he was afraid of crushing her while raising an eyebrow at her as she stilled under his stare, the power of just a look speaking volumes as he silently searched for an answer to check that she was okay. He may not have been hers, but he was caring and kind. He was kind and stunning under the lighting as a flash of blue lighting scanned over them, her eyes lifting towards the moving light fixture that moved over the crowd, looking back to his face as his own eyes searched her expression. She nodded, answering the silent question as she reached up, her hands cradling his face to bring his face close to hers, her chin tilting as she reluctantly hovered her mouth over his as his breath fanned out over his lips. There was a pause between them, just relishing in the closeness before he leaned down to close the gap between them and finally press his mouth to hers in a kiss; lips skilled as they encapsulated hers, his tongue brushing over the delicate skin.

His left hand left her side to come up and find her jaw, his thumb hooked over her cheek as his fingers splayed out to extend against the side of her neck, stumbling forward into her a step. For a moment, she had been caught in a trance as his lips trailed down to press against her jaw, reaching her throat — however, the jostle of shoulders snapped her out of it, tugging on the neck of his shirt before reaching to grab his wrist, “Wait—“ She breathed out, having to tug gain before his face returned to hers, hovering over hers as she eyed him, sucking in a deep breath, “come here— come with me.”

Her mind was racing a million miles an hour as she laced her fingers through his, her gaze darting over his shoulder as her eyes landed on the hallway that lead towards the washrooms; the glowing exit sign a beacon that she followed as she pulled him along, his steps close on her heels and chest just behind her back as they nudged past the distracted crowd that was growing increasingly rowdy the more intoxicated they became — her mind briefly went back to Lauren, glancing over her shoulder as she tried to find her blonde hair in the crowd. Her head was throbbing, overstimulated by the noise and all the lights, the bodies that pushed up against one another as they swayed — she could vaguely make out the song, the bass humming through the walls as she squinted. She blinked a couple of times rapidly, as she caught a glimpse of her, dancing, her back pressed against a guy who struggled to follow her movements.

“Do you want to go back?” Joe asked, his voice close to her ear as he followed her gaze, looking down at her as she paused at the opening of the hallway to watch on for a few seconds — she was okay.

She shook her head, her head turning to look down into the hallway that was only half lit by dim, yellow lights that were buried in the ceiling above them. She knew this hallway like the back of her hand though, from nights spent hiding off in the bathroom or kissing boys she never talked to again — she could navigate it without looking, by touch as her left hand reached out to brush against the wall as they walked. The line to the girls bathroom was shortened, earning only a brief couple of stares as she led past and closer towards the back exit that was only illuminated by the red EXIT sign above it. Her head turned to look behind them as she then pulled Joe to stop against the wall, checking to ensure they were in the clear for security or any other bar staff that might have seen them, her eyes peering past him before she reached out to the opposite wall and blindly found a doorknob that turned with her hand, “Go.” She whispered, yanking Joe forward.

He followed her instructions, moving quickly as his gaze also darted down the hallway to ensure they were safe before he moved, ducking inside. She was close behind, easing the door shut behind her as she stepped inside, his hands once again finding her hips as she stumbled into him in the dark; chest to chest, her head tilting to look up while one hand reached above her to feel, her fingers feeling to find the string to the lightbulb above them. She could feel his eyes on her before the light was even on, the light audibly turning on as she found and pulled the string, her eyes lifting to find his half-lidded stare just watching her as though she was the most fascinating thing in the world. Her hand dropped from the string to his shoulder, watching as his eyes zoned in on the environment — the small, dusty closet seeming to dawn on him as he let out a quiet laugh, “You take a lot of unsuspecting guys back here?” He teased, his eyes returning to her face.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.” She retorted, her tone hinting sarcasm — not that she had ever hooked up back here, but she had discovered the old coat check from a friend who had snuck her own alcohol in once during a birthday the year prior. She had brought one person here — a quick kiss that was cut short by Lauren searching for her, forcing her to dart out and being caught by security as she exited. She had been banned from the bar for a month after but hadn’t seen the inside of this closet since.

He let out a ‘mph’, ducking to catch her mouth with his again, resuming the previous kiss but with an increased fervor and need, her own feet stumbling to find their footing as he pulled her towards him. She was putty in his hands, all teeth and tongue as she bunched the fabric of his shirt in her hands at his sides, her mouth falling agape and eyes shut as his mouth dropped to press a trail of open mouth kisses down the length of her throat, his hands sliding down her sides and reaching for the back of her thighs until his fingers came into contact with the hem of her dress that had ridden up just under her bottom with movement. His fingers pressed into the flesh, squeezing it in his hands as he then stumbled forward, guiding the pair towards the door, her left hand falling to soften the fall against it as he back collided with the wood, a groan of approval reverberating from her chest as his mouth trailed over whatever skin he could reach. Her hand flung up from the door to his nape, sliding into the hair at the scalp for grip, as his shoulders dipped, slouching against her as his hands worked to wiggle up the fabric of her dress until it could be bunched over her hips, snug as he fumbled with the material of her tights.

“What do you want?” He mumbled against her skin, his mouth at the base of her throat as he shifted his stance, his left thigh between her legs and bracing his knee against the door. Her free hand found his, covering his larger hand with hers as she guided his hand to between her thighs as his head lifted so he could look her in the face, awaiting her response, and watching her expression as she chewed her bottom lip between her teeth; heavily breathing as she moved.

Joe followed her lead, his hand reaching between her thighs and cupping her through the sheer thighs and panties that felt like nothing more than a few scrap pieces of fabric — skimpy and thin underneath her clothing as his fingers traced over her. He could practically feel her right through the thin fabric as he skillfully pressed into her, his fingers dragging over her clit as his gaze remained fixated on her face, watching the twitch of her eyebrows and her lips as she sucked in a sharp breath. His unoccupied hand planted against the door above her shoulder as his movements continued, slow and deliberate in drawing a reaction from her; trying to drag out the experience as long as he could — it felt like an entire life ago the last time he had seen the sweet expression of bliss on her face, her head tipping back against the door as her mouth opened to let out a soft moan into the empty space. Joe could have listened to that sound on repeat in his headphones for hours straight if it was possible, the sound sending a warmth through his chest and down his abdomen. Her hips thrusted towards his hand, begging silently for more friction as his fingers continued their movements, sliding up to the waist of her tights and tucking underneath to slide down over her hips and pelvis until he could reach down to push his hand into her underwear, his movements more rushed and eager as he fumbled his hand past the silky waistband that fit snug over her hips. He moved to mimic his previous movements, though his fingers made contact with her bare skin, warm and slick with arousal as his fingers rubbed over her clit again in steady circular movements.

Joe could be meticulous — he cared about making his partners feel good, as long as he could remember, gauging the noises and their reaction to his touch. It was an ego thing maybe, that he had to always be good — he needed to know that he could genuinely make them feel good so there wouldn’t be any need for faking it. He had learned to be attentive to the littlest details, a scrunch of the face, a tremble, a twitch — something.

He could see even in the dim lighting as her chest seemed to rise and fall quicker with more labored breathing as she slid her hand from his hair to his shoulder and gripped the muscle there tightly, a slew of soft, high pitched moans breathed out as her eyebrows rose; her eyes shut. He leaned in, his mouth pressing to her neck and nipping at the skin, trailing down to her clavicle. There was a fumble of movements as she reached down suddenly to awkwardly shove at her tights, shimmying them down her legs as he stepped back half a step and withdrew, his hand pulling away from its place between her legs to assist with shoving them down past her knees. It was then that he knelt, her hand planting on his shoulder for balance as he helped her to kick off her heels and slide the tights off; pulling them from her feet and dropping them beside him on the floor. His hands came back to her legs, his head tilting to look up at her as she stared down at him, watching as he moved with slow hands to crept up her legs and thighs until they reached her hips; pressing a kiss above her right knee and to the inside of her thigh as he moved, leaning up and pressing a kiss just above the fabric of her underwear. His fingers slid up underneath the waistband and hooked around it, dragging them down her legs until they fell down around her feet. Her hand remained at his shoulder for support, wobbling for a second.

He shifted in front of her, flat on both knees in front of her as he brought his hand to his mouth and gathered some saliva with the tips of his fingers; leaning in and using his shoulder to nudge her legs apart as his hand came back from his mouth to find her clit again, rubbing with gentle movements. Her hips ground down into his hand, twitching and squeezing his shoulder as tightly as her hand could muster. Joe was slow and cautious not to cause her any harm as his hand shifted, leaning into press his lips to her inner thigh as he gently prodded her entrance with his fingers for a moment before he carefully pushed his middle and ring fingers into her; the intrusion slow but welcome as he instantly felt her clench around him, feeling as she seemed to slouch against the door with a moan of his name. She readjusted her grip on his shoulders, one hand at his shoulder while the other knit itself into his hair as she attempted to straighten herself out against the door, “Joe…”

He hummed against her skin, his fingers slowly thrusting into her with shallow movements, her hips undulating down into his palm; seeking more friction, “We can’t…“ She sighed, her voice shaking as she quietly spoke down to him, “—we can’t be too long.” She reminded him through clenched teeth. He hummed again, knowing she was correct — as much as they both hated to rush things, he pressed a kiss to her pelvic bone, his fingers working a few more gentle thrusts before he withdrew his fingers and brought them back to his mouth to suck them clean, slowly standing from the floor. He was painfully reminded by their setting as he heard a shout from the hallway, inhaling before sighing out the breath of air. His fingers were released from his mouth, catching her chin between his thumb and forefinger to guide her mouth to his in a kiss while he pressed his chest to hers. The action had backed her flush against the door, receiving a grateful sigh in turn as it supported her unsteady legs.

Joe held her face close to his, lips mirroring his — a mix of tongue and lips as her hands found his waist to work his jeans undone, opening the button and carefully unzipping them, cautious not to snag any fabric or anything underneath in the poor lighting. Suddenly she cursed the poor visibility, unable to clearly see the look on his face or his general appearance as more than a low quality image as she awkwardly fumbled to shove his jeans down enough. He had to release his hold on her to assist in pushing his jeans and boxers down enough to allow his cock to be released from the confines of his clothing, erect and tip flushed pink as he just nudged the pants down comfortably low on his hips. Her left hand came up to lick her palm before reaching down between them to wrap around the circumference of him, her actions tentative as she slowly pumped along the length of him a few times; her head turned to look down as she carried out the task, his forehead resting to the crown of her head.

“Fuck,” He quietly breathed out.

He allowed her to continue her own movements for a few moments, his left hand clenching along with his jaw as he let out a muffled groan. The recoil from her touch was nearly painful as he pulled her hand away from him, grabbing her hip to guide her into turning so her back was to his chest, her right hand planting firm against the door. Joe glanced down as he replaced her hand to grip his cock, shuffling forward and nudging her feet apart as her hips tilted back to make the position easier; guiding himself towards her entrance until he could swipe through her folds with her arousal as a sort of makeshift lubricant for his movements. She jumped for a moment, sharply inhaling and bracing as she felt him begin to push up and into her, the initial push slow and paired with a stretch that earned a short gasp of air, his hand being freed to reach up and move her hair over to her right shoulder so he could see her without any obstruction. Her head turned towards her left, his left arm bracing against the door at her side as he watched her eyebrows furrow, mouth opening as she leaned up on her toes; his right hand at her ribs and holding her in place against him. With a final shift of his feet between hers, he slowly found a steady rhythm of thrusting up into her, his pelvis rolling up against her ass with each roll of his hips; eliciting a high pitched whine from her, her eyes squeezed shut. The hand at her ribs slid forward and up to her chest, holding the front of her dress as if for leverage — she could feel the cool air against her skin as the tug on her dress caused it to ride down, her chest partially exposed and pressed flush against the door as he seemed to notice; his hand moving to cup her breast in his palm, the nipple taut and erect against his palm.

Her hand flung over his at her chest, jolting upwards with a snap of his hips, “Jesus fuck.” She cried out, feeling his breath on the back of her neck.

His breathing was short, shallow pants from parted lips as he felt her clench around him, eliciting a groan that was lost in her hair as she pressed her hips back against Joe. She reached to nudge some space between her and the door so her free hand could reach aimlessly between her legs, hovering stupidly as she was distracted by his thrusts alone — her brain, as foggy as it was, managed to finally process what her intended move was, her fingers finding her clit and sloppily rubbing vigorously as her hips pushed into his. She could live off the memory of his breathy groans for the rest of her life, even when he was away and at a distance — even if she never spoke to him again, he would be ingrained in her skin.

“So fucking good, baby, you’re so good.” He muttered beside her ear, his words further igniting the pool of heat in her belly; a heat that was searing hot as it slowly spread down her thighs and to her toes.

The hand once over his reached out for the wall like it would help her somehow, ground her as she climbed cloud 9; her moans becoming more desperate whines that were buried under the thundering music from just beyond the door she clutched for dear life, “Holy fuck— fuck.” She cried out, her walls suddenly clamping down around him so tight he was almost forced out from her with the pulsating sensation of her around his cock; stripping him of any remaining composure from him as she reached back and found the nape of his neck blindly, forcing his own orgasm to follow with a curse and gasp from the athlete as his fist balled against the door beside her.

“That’s it, shit.” He breathed out, a groan rumbling from his chest as he coaxed her through her orgasm as long as he could, twitching inside her as she unintentionally milked him through his own as much as he physically could give; his skin layered in a sheen of sweat and panting against her shoulder.

He could feel as she slumped, utterly spent and leaning against the door, jolting against him from hypersensitivity once she seemed to bottom out; letting out an audible content, tired sigh. Joe stayed in place for a moment, his forehead to her temple as she relished in the delicate moments after, his hand at her chest smoothing over the skin and gently pulling the front of her dress back over her as if to provide her some modesty considering the circumstances; with his chest to her back, his head ducking to press a kiss to her shoulder that was sweet in nature and light amidst catching his breath. His hand slid down from her chest to her hip, “You good?” He quietly asked after a few moments of silence had passed between them.

She nodded, swallowing thickly.

“You sure?” Joe asked, waiting until she nodded again before he withdrew his already softening cock from her and keeping his arms underneath her arms as she stood upright from the door. His arms wrapped around her waist, her head falling back against his shoulder as she processed the situation — Lauren would be searching for her and would never let her live this one down if she had put the pieces together. Her arms wrapped over his though rather than rushing to straighten herself out and enjoying the last few blissful moments before she would have to return to the booth and make some excuse to go home to shower; enjoy her post-orgasm haze before her hangover inevitably set in, too blissed out by his warmth to even comprehend anything else. She couldn’t even begin to comprehend any shame or embarrassment at the idea of any patrons sneaking off to the washrooms hearing and figuring out what was going on.

“We’ve gotta get back.” He sighed after a moment.

She deflated against him, disappointed the moment had come to an end so soon but she had been gone too long already. She allowed him to withdraw his arms from holding her, hearing the sound of fabric against skin as he pulled his boxers and pants back up; adjusting himself before his zipper was done up along with the button. Her own hands began to reach to pull her dress down, feeling his skim her sides as he stepped forward again to help with the task in smoothing her dress down and straightening it back down over her backside; bending behind her to grab her underwear.

“I can put them on myself.” She mumbled, taking them from him and turning, bending to step back into them; her legs shaky as she wobbled for a second as she yanked them back up and underneath her dress. Joe’s gaze remained on her as she moved, her gaze down and on the floor, makeup smudged slightly from activity; her lipstick nearly gone at that point. He reached forward to smooth out her dress for her again, reaching up to catch her chin and press a kiss to her mouth — much sweeter and gentle than previous, lingering longer as though he mirrored her sentiments of not wanting to leave right away. She sighed against his mouth, though this one was of content nature, relaxing into his touch, “My shoes…”

“Here.” He said, bending down and kneeling on one knee then, using a hand to quickly shove his disheveled hair back from his face as it fell forward into his forehead. He gathered her shoes and guided her heel as she stepped into them, his hands finding hers to help stabilize her as they stood there for a moment longer when he rose to stand, “I can leave first, you come out a few seconds behind me so we don’t draw too much attention.” He suggested.

She nodded, reaching past him to turn off the light again, leaning up and pressing one final kiss to his mouth. As they shuffled to turn, Joe eased open the door and stuck his head out first, watching down the hall for any security or workers before he ducked out, fixing his hair as he stepped back into the hallway. Chewing her lips, she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, dreading the return to the world outside the closet and exhausted. She timed it, waiting twenty or so seconds, enjoying the final moments of peace before she eased open the door and scanned the hallway as well, slipping out and shutting the door behind her, her hands immediately reaching to tug down the hem of her dress. The walk back to the booth felt long, touched out for the night as bodies brushed past her, grimacing when hands would skim over her elbow or reach for her in an attempt to get her attention. She was suddenly more grateful than anything for the support from the security who held her hand as she walked up the stairs and made her way back to where she could see Lauren clinging to Nick, her face in his neck as she walked up behind the pair and clearing her throat.

Lauren’s head shot out around Nick to look at her, wide eyed and taking in her appearance — she hadn’t checked how rough she looked, but Lauren noticed it immediately and narrowed her eyes for a moment. She released Nick and reached out to her friend, “Where did you disappear to?” She asked as a hand touched her shoulder, though her words held a knowing tone to them.

She inhaled, reaching to grab her purse from the coat rack attached to the booth, both Nick and Lauren watching as she slung it over her shoulder and began to fish out her coat check ticket, “I was just walking around. I went and got a smoke from some…girl i met in the washroom.” She fibbed, shrugging her shoulders and flicking her hair back as she looked up.

Lauren hummed and nodded. Her gaze darted towards the booth where Joe was only just situating himself into a seat, catching her eye for a split second before they both looked away, “I’m going to head home though I think. I’m done for the night.”

“Did you want me to come with you?” Lauren asked, earning a shake of her head.

“You stay,” She said, “I just need some sleep. I will talk to you tomorrow, though, okay? You get her home safe.” She said, looking at Nick who nodded once, a small smile on his face as an arm slung around Lauren’s waist. She nudged the pair to bend over the table and lean towards Joe, squeezing his shoulder in a friendly way, her eyes turning to look towards a few of his other friends who she had noticed earlier — Ja’Marr sitting to his right, she waved to him.

“You guys get home safe.” She simply said, Joe’s eyes on her as she straightened up again and fixed her bag on her shoulder.

“Will we see you again soon?” Joe asked, eyebrows raising, his friend agreeing.

“Yeah, we don’t see you much these days. You comin’ down to Cincinnati anytime soon?” Ja’Marr asked, sitting forward to look at her as she shrugged.

“I’ll see if I have some time soon, we’ll see I guess.” She replied, slowly starting to back away as Ja’Marr let out a laugh that sounded more like a scoff as Joe looked on.

“Try harder.”

She smiled, waving once more as she turned to leave, reaching out and touching Lauren’s arm as she began to walk towards the bouncer again, “Okay, I’m going now.”

“Alright, I will talk to you in the morning— I love you.” Lauren said, blowing her a kiss before she pointed to her bare legs, “you forgot your leggings by the way.” Lauren stated with a wink, her arm wrapping around Nick’s neck.

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