"Shut up!" I say choking on a laugh as Justin tells me a story about how some girl threw him a pair of granny panties while he was performing.
"I'm so fucking serious! I wanted to die!" I find myself laughing, really laughing, not the fake shit I usually do with some of my customers. Our laughter dies down and a comfortable silence falls over us. I'd preformed for him despite my initial shock at 'just Justin' from the night before being Justin Bieber.
"So. What's your real name?" I take a sip of the fruity drink he'd insisted we share and give a great big sigh.
"Are you trying to ' Pretty Woman' me?" I accuse and he raises an eyebrow before leaning closer to me over the bar.
"Will it work?" I eye the bartender, Celsa, and he follows my movement and calls her over.
"I've got to get her tipsy so she'll tell me her life story" he jokes and Celsa, who's usually hardcore and sassy cracks a grin,
"good luck with that" she tells Justin and he slips her a fifty. Moments later two huge margarita glasses are placed in front of us and I'm about to take a sip when Justin swipes it away.
"Hey!" I yell indignantly and he only smirks before taking a huge gulp.
"This is a shit way to get me to open up" figuratively and literally I think to myself. He holds my drink hostage and I make a show of reaching for it but he only pulls it farther and farther away. Damn he's got some long arms.
"A secret for a drink" Justin bargains and the margarita that Celsa mixed looks so good that I simply can't resist.
"Deal" I say and he plays with the straw a few times. with a look of pure concentration decorating his handsome face.
"What's your name?" I laugh evilly inside of my head,
"Seven" I say confidently and he frowns and I take his momentary distraction to grab my drink. Mmm. Kiwi mango.
"You're a cheater!" He accuses and I can only shrug and sip at the icy drink.
" My turn" he rolls his eyes and begins to protest,
"Anything you want to know about me you can google"
"the internet isn't always right" he shrugs and I take that as a sign of defeat.
"Why are you in a strip club Justin Bieber?" Justin looks a little taken aback. So I continue,
"don't you have a girlfriend?" He looks uncomfortable and I'm sure I've hit some kind of nerve.
"It's complicated" is all he says, but my curiosity is peaked,
"How so?" He gives a charming grin and shakes his head several times.
"You don't keep up with the media at all do you?"
"I feel that lusting after the lives of celebrities is very... Counterproductive. No offense" he sips at his drink and nods in agreement.
"None taken," he assures with a small smile. Then he perks up again,
"Where did you grow up?" I start go through what I liked to call the ' Stripper Protocol' which essentially consisted of the code lie, lie, lie. But the funny thing was. I didn't want to lie to Justin.
"Moore, Oklahoma" the words taste funny in my mouth since I haven't said them in a long ass time, I hadn't thought about it a minute either.
"How'd you get to New York?" He asks, seemingly intrigued, and again I find myself wanting him to know more about me.
"I left after I graduated high school. Funny story, or sad story, depends on how you look at it... I left the day of my graduation party. All of my family showed up and when my mom came to wake me up she found my room completely empty."
His brown eyes widen and he does that thing where he leans close to me, giving me a whiff of his tobacco and mint scented persona.
"Don't you miss your family?" I ponder over the question. Will he judge me if I say no? Instead of a solid answer I sip at my margarita and find that it is very nearly empty. Before he can bring up my familial origins I poke at his chest and give a small pout.
"You said that tonight is your last night in New York" Justin nods and throws back the rest of his drink, wiping his mouth with a cocktail napkin. He grabs another napkin and swipes it at the corner of my mouth,
"You had some lipstick right there" he explains and I touch my lips accordingly.
"Yeah it's my last night here. I just came to hang out with my friends get away from some of the... Drama back in LA"
"LA... I've never been to Los Angeles. What's it like?" If the various google searches I'd done of the city were any indication I bet it was beautiful, magical even.
"It's perfect. I love it. It's just..." He trails off and his eyes flicker to mine for a split second. Justin gazes behind me and I turn just in time to see one of his guards. He waves the man over and I uncomfortably sip at my drink until it's gone.
"Hey could you maybe round up the boys and tell them to get another flight home?" Excitement rises in my stomach and I can't help but to blurt out.
"You're staying?" Justin shakes his head and laughs and my smile droops considerably.
"Nah I just didn't want my friends on the plane with us" what the fuck?
"I'm sorry?"
"For what?" He jokes but I poke at him for the tenth time tonight and he relents.
"You said you've never been to LA" he can't be serious I think to myself but I stare into his eyes and they are devastatingly determined.
"I- I can't leave work... I work every night and-"
"Let me arrange something with your boss... Carlos right?" I shake my head and correct him,
"Carlisle"
"Carlisle." He starts to move, heading in the direction of Carlisle's office but before he can leave I grab his hand.
"You um... You don't have to do this. I'm sure I'll make it to LA one of these days" Justin takes my hand and pulls it to his lips for a soft kiss.
"Yeah, one of these days meaning tomorrow"
"Justin-"
"Seven. A girl like you is too beautiful to miss out on California" this time he kisses my cheek and his bodyguards follow him to Carlisle's office.
I'm going to LA with Justin Bieber.