Get the heck out of the back room.

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Current revision as of 03:26, 19 February 2013

"Sorry," you say, and get his hands away from you.. He lets go, obviously amused at your skittishness, and you slide by him. You get out of the backroom as fast as you can, feeling like everyone is watching you, and pass through the curtain again. You take a deep breath, a little shaken up.

You want to get out of here.

You rush, feeling dumb at having reacted so extremely to the man, but it took you aback. You hit the steps, barely able to see where you're going in the dimmed down lights of the blackout night, and slam right into someone.

"Careful, guy," an annoyed voice says, and a strong arm takes your shoulder before you go sprawling.

You right yourself, beyond embarrassed, and look up. The stairwell has almost no light in it, but your eyes adjust and you see a tall stocky guy with a thick neck and black hair. He's wearing a sleeveless black shirt and his arms are thick and covered with dark hair. He has a pockmarked face - like he had bad acne as a kid and it scarred him - but even though he's not handsome, he's incredibly masculine, in a rough-around-the-edges way. He's older than you, maybe in his late forties.

"Where's the fire?" he asks, once you're both balanced again.

"Sorry," you say.

The tall stocky man shakes his head. "It happens." He looks at you, and raises a thick eyebrow. "What spooked you?"

"Uh," you blush again, admitting it. "This guy sort of came at me up there."

The big guy chuckles. "Can't say I blame him. You're a cute little thing. If I saw you in the backroom, I'd come at you."

Your blush increases. "Thanks."

"I'm Mac," he says, and offers a hand. You introduce yourself and shake - he's got a strong grip, and a rough hand.

"So what brings you out tonight, if you're not looking for someone to.. come... at you?" Mac asks. His voice is sly.

"It's my birthday," you say. "First time here."

"My first time here, too," the guy says. "Read about this place online. I'm in the city for a conference." He regards you. "Happy Birthday."

"Thanks," you say.

"So. In the backroom. If I... came at you," Mac asks with a deep voice, "would you run away from me, too?" He hasn't cracked a smile once, and you're not sure if he's teasing you. He's got this really masculine thing going for him - again, he's not handsome, but he's really strong looking, and you can't help but wonder just how hairy he is under that sleeveless shirt, given the hair all over his arms. But he's more than a little intimidating.

You say...

• "I think I'd be afraid to run from you."
• "I guess that'd depend on how you came at me."
• "You're kind of scaring me a little."