It was about eleven o'clock when Lorie stood outside the restaurant ready to lock up. It has been a long day and she was tired. Earlier that day while helping some customers, a loud crowd entered. As they sat down Lorie brought them their water that is when she noticed him. He was the only quite one in the group and he was beautiful. He was 6'3", had hazel eyes, and long brown hair, with blond streaks. He looked at her and gave her a small smile as the crowd grew louder. Then his eyes left hers and he turned to his friends and the noise stopped. Then he spoke. "We'll have four pizzas and two gallons of beer."
'Sure" Lorie answered with a smile. About 10 minutes later Lorie returned with their food. "Thanks babe." one of the men said. "My name isn't babe, its Lorie, say it with me, Lor-ie." She said, as she walked away she heard the laughter of the crowd and felt this eyes upon her. After they finished eating it was about 15 minutes until closing, so they paid the bill and left. Lorie walked over to the table and started cleaning. "Great they didn’t even leave me a tip." She said upset. When Lorie returned to the front desk she found a twenty-dollar bill and a beautiful red rose, which smelled delightfully sweet. She went back, turned off the lights, grabbed her bag and left. Lorie locked the door, turned around and walked away while looking in her purse for her car keys. Then slowly her head rose and he was there in front of her on a red and black motorcycle. "Enjoy the rose." He said smiling then he rode away. This continued for weeks, until one day when Lorie was locking up he was there awaiting her once again. "Get on." He said handing her a helmet. Lorie put it on and hopped on. She knew that it was wrong, she knew that he may have been crazy, but she did not care, he was too sexy to say no. "So what's your name?" Lorie said as the motorcycle started up. "That’s not important yet, lets go." He began driving
"So where are we going?" Lorie asked as the held on. "To this club called Devil's Playground." From the outside, it looked like an old warehouse, but as they entered, the music grew loud and the lights were red. "Do you come here often?" She asked. "One could say that," he said as he took her hand and led her through the crowd to the bar. "Bartender, I'll have a long island ice tea and a…" He said looking at Lorie.
"Screwdriver"
"A screwdriver" he repeated.
The bartender turned around and sat the drinks down and said "Hey, the club is doing great tonight."
"Why is he telling you about the club?" Lorie asked.
"He should, I pay him to, and I own the place." As they sat and drunk their drinks Lorie asked again, "Will you now tell me your name?"