Summary: Your best friend has gotten an VIP invitation to a Halloween Party at a hot night club. Though unwillingly, you became her plus one to the event. While attending the party, you come across the fastest rapper on Broadway.
Warning: Fake club name. Roll with it, people. I don’t live in New York(or wherever he frequents) and not much of a clubbing person. [Ten thousand awesome points if you can figure out some of the Hollywood U characters I mention.] Currently story dead at the moment and busted this story out.
“I don’t wanna.”
You face planted into the mound of pillows on your bed. Hair messy, still in pajamas and your best friend, Mallory, decides to break into your dorm screaming at the top of her lungs about a Halloween party.
Halloween. Huh. You forgot about today.
Which is a surprise since it’s your favorite holiday, considering that you’re a cosplayer and take the chance to try out a new costume on the public.
Mallory jumped on top of you, partially in her costume. Her normally white blonde hair was dyed bright pink at the ends and up in two pigtails. She was a bit on the bigger side, but she dressed however she liked. “Girl, I’m the best looking thing on the market,” she once told you.
And you had that quoted and hung above your bed in a frame.
She hopped up and down on your back as you cried out for her to get off of you. She smiled, getting off of you and straightening her leather dress. You rolled onto your side, taking in her outfit.
“What are you suppose to be? A biker chick?”
Mallory nodded, grabbing a tube of lipstick out of her leather boot. “Yup,” she answered, popping the p at the end. She swiped the dark purple lipstick on, surprisingly avoiding getting on the rest of her face.
Beauty of a makeup artist you suppose. “Not done yet. I’ll have the full outfit on when we leave tonight.”
You sat up in your bed, cocking an eyebrow at her. “I’m sorry. Did you say ‘we’? I just said-”
She placed a finger to your lips. “I heard you. But, see, you have no choice. It’s mandatory.”
At this, you furrowed your brows, pushing her hand away. “Did Mr. Fallogaway say this?”
“It’s mandatory by me!”
You rolled your eyes and promptly throwing your covers over your head. You turned your back from her, earning a groan from her.
“[F/Name]. I already put you on the V.I.P list.”
You shrugged, already drifting into another slumber. Your eyes almost closed before they pried open again. You threw the cover off of you, staring at her. “V.I.P?”
Mallory smirked. “Knew that would get you.”
Why did I agree to come?
You won’t lie that the thought of being a V.I.P. guest caught you by surprise, but after the hours of getting ready, you were honestly tired.
Mallory wouldn’t have any of your shit, though, and poured four cans of monster down your throat before leaving the dorms. You felt like you were going to die.
“This is going to be so much fun. You’ll meet some of the guys I work with here,” Mallory gushed. Mallory hopped on the balls of her feet, rambling of all the things you’ll see once inside. Not only was she studying cosmetology but was also in the process of becoming a producer for a music company. She’s currently a paid intern working with a famous-yet no so famous- rap group that she refuses to tell the name of.
You both flashed your passes, skipping the long line and heading straight into the ground shaking abyss.
Mallory immediately pulled you to the bathroom. You squeezed between gyrating bodies and a keg table before reaching the destination. She pushed open the door, revealing a few girls reapplying makeup.
A tall blonde wearing a pink and purple ballerina costume turned to both of you, a smile erupting on her face. “Mallory!”
“Addison!” The two squealed as they hugged each other. Another female with bright pink hair moved towards them wearing a rouge outfit with large blades on the back.
“See you’re rocking the pink hair there.” She fist bumped Mallory. Her light brown eyes fell on you. “So you must be [F/Name].?”
You reached out, shaking her hand. “Pleased to meet you.”
Mallory stepped beside you, introducing Lisa to you. Lisa smiled “I heard your vocals can beat mines. Got to see for myself one day. But right now I want to get out there and party!”
She sung the last word as she left the bathroom, Addison and a few other girls following behind her with waves to you.
You cracked a smile, turning to your best fiend. “I’m assuming they’re your coworkers?” She nodded before turning to the bathroom mirror.
“They frequent La Mochie when they have the free time. Not from here so we collaborate over Skype. Now let’s fix you up, my sexy little werewolf.”
After fixing makeup and the costumes, you both headed to the V.I.P. section of the club. On the way, since you had to slither through multiple bodies, you meet a few other of Mallory’s friends. Jefferson and Milo were twins who dressed up as the creepy sisters from The Shining. Eric was dressed up as The Phantom while Aria was Christine.
Holly stood in regular clothing with headphones in while she documented the party by taking pictures and videos for her next screenplay. Georgie, the manager of La Mochie, kissed both of Mallory’s cheeks when you reached the rope separated the section.
Once the curtain you pushed aside to get in close, you noticed how much mellower it was. Not by much, but still a bit calmer than the outside part.
The room was better lit, and you could finally take in the decorations that was put into the party. “ Ain’t it grand?” Mallory whispered in your ear. She then pointed out a few Big Names that were floating around like Snoop Dog, Chris Winters, The Rock, and Thomas Hunt who looked like he would be anywhere else but here.
You connected with him on a spiritual level.
His piercing eyes flicked towards you, causing you to duck your head and fiddle with the grey, faux fur skirt you. You heard Mallory sigh dreamily. “Even with that cold glare of his, he makes my heart go boom-boom.”
You groaned, earning laughter from her. She pulled you towards the dance floor where you caught sight of Addison and Lisa. Following Mallory’s lead, the pulled you into the mass of barely clothed bodies.
You finally managed to escape the throng. Clubs weren’t really your scene but you were managing to have fun. You poured yourself a cup of iced tea. Alcohol is definitely off the table tonight. The pumping music is already giving you a headache. No need to make it worse.
You pulled your cellphone out of a side pocket in your fur boots and scrolled through Twitter. You smiled as you saw the selfies you took just a few minutes ago won Mallory’s page.
“Now what are you smiling about?” A low, sultry voice whispered in your ear. You jerked, your cup and phone almost falling from your hand. With quick reflexes, you placed both of them on the table behind you. But that voice…You recognize it.
With wide eyes, you looked up at the smiling face of Daveed Diggs. In a moment of awe, you didn’t think he was really talking to you and you glanced behind you to see…just in case.
He threw his head back, his loud laughter catching the attention of those around you. When his laughter subsided, he bit his lower lip when he caught you trying to hide your embarrassment by placing your hands over your face. He leaned down to your level and carefully moved your hands from your face.
Lucky it didn’t ruin your makeup. Mallory would have a fit. You looked up into his dark eyes, willing your racing heart to slow down. Daveed slowly smiled, growing bigger when you returned it with a small smile of your own.
Your eyes floated down to his body, your eyes widening just barely when you saw he wore nothing but a torn leopard loincloth with a club hanging on his left hip. Heat rushed into your cheeks as you looked away.
Daveed opened his mouth before his name was yelled above the music. You both watched Malory run up. Daveed released his grip on your arms to catch the flying biker girl.
You took this opportunity to step back and take deep breathes. Daveed in a loincloth got you heated and you quickly gulped down the rest of your tea. You slipped your phone back into your fur boot when Mallory gave you a sly look.
“I see you met my bestie, Diggs. Jesus [F/Name]. I gave so many hints about who I was working with.”
You shook your head. “I’ve should’ve known. You wouldn’t stop throwing news paper clippings at me.” Mallory released her hug and gave you a pat on your bare shoulder.
“It’s okay, [L/Name]. I didn’t make any moves on your baby daddy,” she said loudly with a grin. You glared daggers at her, missing Daveed cover the smile that was teasing on his lips.
You sighed. “I’m ready to go back to the dorms,” you admitted. Not only was the crash from the energy drinks were kicking in but running into a famous-yet not famous-crush was tiring.
Your best friend stomped her foot. “But we’ve only been here seven hours.”
“Yeah and it’s way past my bed time,” you retorted. You didn’t have the same energy or love for clubbing as her. Girl could go for two days straight if she could.
A hand placed itself on the small of your back, Daveed sliding it so it rested on your hip which brought you closer to him. “I could take her back. I’m getting pretty tired also.”
Mallory gasped, pretty dramatically, and placed a hand over her heart. “You’re telling me ‘Throwing Parties Cause It’s My Lifeline’ Diggs is tired of a…party?!”
He walked forward, bringing you with him. “Girl, it’s three in the morning. I’ve got grown men shit to do later on,” he yelled over his shoulder. You could only stare up at him as he guided you from the V.I.P. section.
Mallory ran to the curtains before they closed, happily shouting “Don’t forget to wear a condom!” after both of you.
You were going to kill that girl.
The late night/early morning in New York was pretty warm considering it was New York. But you thanked the warmth. You could blame the rising of temperature in your body to weather and not because Daveed still had his arm wrapped around your waist, your arm grazing his sculpted abs.
Clearly the temperature.
The dorm wasn’t too far from where the club was at but it seemed to take forever since the damn weather was making things awkward.
The roof of your complex came into view, you letting out a sigh of relief.
“Aw. Am I that bad of a walking buddy?”
You looked up at Daveed, him pouting down at you. You quickly shook your head. Daveed squeezed your side, his signature smiling returning to his face before he started laughing.
“I’m playing, [F/Name].” A shiver ran down your spine. You could listen to him say your name on repeat till you died. “But it seems like I am. You haven’t said a word to me since we met.”
“I’m sorry.” Genuinely you were. “I guess a bit star stuck mixed with a lot of embarrassment from my earlier reaction has me afraid to make you think I was a overzealous fangirl.”
With his other free hand, he grabbed hold of yours. “Christ, you had me worried.”
“Worried?” You tilted your head up at him slightly. What could he be worried about? He was just taking you back and you most likely won’t see him again unless Mallory took you to some shows, but even then he’ll be too busy. So what-
“Worried that you didn’t like me.”
Playfulness left his tone, seriousness taking over instead.
“Of course I like you. You’re a very likeable person, Daveed.”
“Not like-” He started but stopped midsentence, his eyebrows furrowing together. A smile was soon on his lips again. He bent down, and before you could question him, you were up and on his shoulder.
Did he really just do that?!
You wiggled but his grip tightened. “So the first floor right?” He asked when he started walking. You squeals of surprise turned into fits of laughter. You tried to kick at him, but the positioning was hard to land one.
“Put me down! Do you know what the girls will say if we come in like this?”
Daveed cocked an eyebrow, reaching for the lobby door and opening it. The RA at the front desk glanced up from her magazine before her jaw hung open along with a group of girls playing pool in the common.
“Make sure to put a condom on?”
Your forehead hit the middle of his back. You could feel the rumble of his laughter. “You spend way to much time with Mallory.”
“Pretty much,” he agreed. He gently put you down in front of the RA desk. You were aware of many pairs of eyes on you. Well, mostly the barely clothed man in front of you. Daveed bent down to your level again, staring deep into your eyes.
“I hope to catch you again around here.” He whispered, which sounded more like a demand. You picked up on it and smirked, leaning so your nose was almost touching his, replying with a snarky “Yes, Sir.”
He gave you one more grin before turning to leave back to the club. He heard excited squeals as the small grouping of girls rushed you.
Sweet Jesus, it was getting hot out here.
Might have a second part.