Did she thought she was really fucking funny? Turning up in that ridiculous outfit.
Javier was already cackling and elbowing DJ in the side.
"It's hilarious. You sure got a keeper, eh, Deez?"
Dj rolled his eyes, thick shoulders hunching more and biceps bulging from his arms crossed. His ghostface mask sat on the side of his head so he could literally drink his way out of this.
"Gotta admit, I still would."
"Yeah? Feel free," Dj sneered, trying so hard not to watch her but it was hard not to.
She was busting out moves on the dance floor and because of the air filled suit, the moves were impossible to actually see them.
No matter where he looked, he could see the air filled horn bobbing around above the heads of others in the crowd of people at the club, the laser lights illuminating to the music as she danced with no care in the world amongst a group of people.
She said you was coming as a murderous unicorn, which was ridiculous enough, but what she was wearing was anything but fucking murderous, maybe to Dj's ego and pride.
The mane was rainbow, the white blow up body suit she had on was filled with air and a pair of heels. Fucking designer, red bottom strappy heels, in that costume.
"Yo. Dee, ain't that your girl?"
"No," Dj denied it many times this evening, even though those asking knew otherwise.
Javier cackled again, elbowing Tom who joined the conversation as he watched her moving on the dance floor having far too much fun for her own good. The air filled suit making her move in a way that was fucking hilarious to everyone.
Dj knew why she was doing this. They had gotten into an argument that morning and he'd made a snide remark about something he didn't even remember, quite frankly. Either way she'd fallen out and had been giving him the cold shoulder all day. Even meeting him there instead of going with him.
Now though he was glad for the distance, soon as he saw her he, couldn't help but think, thank fuck he walked into this club alone. He just had to bear witness to her flirting with the bouncers as they bantered with her about her outfit.
He wore a black tight muscle shirt, with black jeans, a holster on his chest with two big hunting knives either side and a ghost mask.
He looked like a threat, like something suitable for Halloween. She just looked like a girl living her princess dream prancing around. It was her whole idea coming to this thing in the first place and the only reason he was going was because he lost a bet with her, his damn gambling habit presenting her karma for him finding any opportunity to bet irresistible.
"Eh, she sure is going all out with those dance moves," Javier couldn't help himself, his eyes were twinkling with amusement, he couldn't stop watching her.
"I'm surprised you came, D. Not usually your kind of thing," Tom at least was less bothersome on the topic.
"Oh look she's on her way over!"
It was embarrassing watching her waddle through the crowd, beaming a smile that was only making his jaw clench and when she eyed him, giving him a flirty look of acknowledgement before changing her pace to a flirty strut.
Dj nearly walked away.
"Hey handsome. You wanna feed the pony?"
Javier lost it, bellowing a laugh at her over the top flirtation and even Tom started to laugh.
"Cause you make me so hooooorny D."
Her hands lifted to flick the bobbling horn on her head and Dj grabbed his mask, pulling it back over his face before storming off to the bar again.
Leaving Javier to strut up to her and smack a hand on her shoulder in some kind of praise, perhaps DJ should just let them both date each other.
Perfectly suited for each other and the man did have a thing for her. The sulking for two weeks after Dj first claimed her as his girl was enough of a clue. Let alone the remarks Javier made towards her, his eyeballing and offering to date her instead of him.
But she always refused.
And he was kinda glad, as odd as it could be at times she did bring some fun into Dj's life, a perfectly grown woman when needed but that side of her that had zero ability to be embarrassed was troublesome, but at times entertaining. He could banter with her in a way he couldn't with women usually and she only dished it back.
But the sex. Fuuuuuck the sex. She was insatiable and she'd even made his eyes almost cross a few times. How she sucked his cock was otherworldly and lucky for him she couldn't get enough of doing it.
Dj took a seat at the bar, ordering a strong whiskey to try to give him some hope of getting through the night with some sanity left.
How long he sat there he didn't know, but being alone only gave the opportunity for girls to come up to him.
So she wanted to play huh? He could play, too, perhaps make her regret trying to show him up like that.
He entertained it, a girl in an angel costume came up.Her tits were held by some flimsy looking material that Dj could so easily rip from her, some skimpy white skirt that was hiding nothing, white stockings on show and pretty curled blonde hair.
She wasn't exactly horrifying, but this was what girls went for this time of year, not like he was complaining -he was a guy after all.
She twirled her finger around a strand of hair, battering her eyelashes at him.
"You're like, the hottest guy I've ever seen."
"Oh yeah?" he smirked, turning in his seat to face her, giving her the once over, "--how so?"
He played it clever, soaking up the praise instead of giving it just because if she was looking she'd be none the wiser. As much of a womanizer as he used to be, Dj was loyal when treated well, and treated well by her he certainly was.
The blonde reached out to trace a finger down his muscles, dragging an acrylic nail down the line between his biceps.
"You're huge."
"So I've been told,"
"Anything else big about you?" she batted her eyelashes at him.
Dj chuckled, tilting his head to her when she bravely gripped his arm and squeezed the bicep, just as he was about to say that's enough, a riding crop slammed down between them, hitting the bar with enough force, everyone sat there spun around.
"Hey, angel face, he flexed his muscles for you, hmm? He's such a show off, thought I trained him better than that."
Dj knew that tone, the kind that made him lay back let her ride him until she was spent, the kind that kinda made him melt a little inside for her - not like she'd ever, in a million fucking years, know that.
Eyes turned to meet her, expecting to see her in that ridiculous blow up unicorn suit, instead it was gone and suddenly he was wondering where the hell it was so he could put it back on her, to stop the amount of looks she was getting.
Stood there with the lights dancing around her in leather chaps with studs, a leather bra with a body harness, a pink ball gag dangling down her neck resting between her collar bones and bright red lipstick, hair into a clean, high ponytail with a crop in hand.
And he knew his dick was gonna be under those red bottomed heels this evening.
