A night with the undertaker

YOU NEVER KNOW WHO YOU'LL BUMP INTO AT A CLUB

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After apologizing to Jeff, profusely, for over a half-n-hour, then explaining to Matt why I was apologizing to his little brother, for five minutes, only to then apologize, once again, to Jeff for, this time, both Matt and me laughing at his behavior, we finally ended up getting to the club, of Jeff's choice around two AM.

Which I have to admit is, and was, way past my bed time.

Turning from my place at the bar, where I've been seated for the last fifteen minutes, I can't help but sigh as I watch the people on the dance floor swirl around Jeff, all of them probably praying to God that they'd get a chance with the multi-haired Romeo--and all of them, probably praying to God that they'd get a chance at his money, as well.

"Gold digging bitches."

Turning my head slightly to the right, I watch as Matt blushes over something a Trish Stratus wannabe seems to be whispering to him, and I can't help but want to know what she's saying, if only for the satisfaction of using it to my advantage when making fun of him at a later time.

After catching me staring and smiling slyly, Matt rolls his eyes before winking at me, causing me to smile slightly before turning around in my seat not wanting to give him the wrong impression; something that I catch myself doing a lot lately when Jeff and Matt are around, and when Matt looks at me strangely, or says something flirtatiously.

"God, at this rate Matt and my friendship will never be the same again."

Feeling a familiar chill go up my spine, all thoughts of Matt and Jeff's matchmaking schemes leave my head, quickly being replaced by a wondering question of what Taker is doing at the moment.

"Probably what I should be doing right now; sleeping."

After sighing slightly, I bring the drink, that I've been nursing since I arrived at the bar, up to my lips, and swallow the remaining contents.

"Bartender," I yell, placing the glass down on the counter and then motioning towards it when I get the bartender's attention, "Can I get another one of these for the road and my check as well."

"Sure thing, missy," he says, before picking up a clean glass and fixing me another hard lemonade, "but that man over there has already insisted on paying for anything you purchase at the bar tonight."

After taking the drink he prepared for me out of his hands, I give him a confused look, before turning around and eying the direction where he's looking towards; shocked and confused when my eyes land on Glenn Jacobs, also known as Kane, seated at a table full of women that I did not know.

"Are you sur-" I began to ask, turning back around towards the bartender, but then stop as I realize the bartender had already left his position in front of me and was now on the other side of the bar, getting drinks for someone else, "Nevermind."

"Talking to yourself?"

My whole body freezes up as someone clears their throat and stands beside me and I dont even have to look to my left to know who the question was directed towards and who the person was that asked it, "Yes..I mean no, I mean...can I help you?"

Mark's familiar chuckle graces my presence as he sits down beside me and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that he's not wearing his, all too familiar, sunglasses as his green eyes bore into the left side of my face, "You can later...but right now, I just came over to ask you if you were enjoying yourself and your drink as well."

I force myself to be brave, and turn around, meeting his gaze head-on, "Y-yes, I am..but I was just about to leave."

"Really?" he asks, adverting his eyes downwards, giving me a once over, before meeting my gaze again, and raising an eyebrow at my revealing wardrobe, "by the looks of it, I could've sworn you were a night owl."

As he says this, the scent of his minty breath surrounds me and I can't help but inhale it and shiver, "I-I am, I just am..really tired, y'know, I had a long and busy day today."

While he nods in understanding, I turn my head back around, pretending to be enthralled in the yellowish brown substance floating around in my glass, when really I'm feeling rather stupid because of my stuttering and because of my nervousy filled comments.

"Well, that's too bad," I hear him say before my whole body starts to tense up as I feel him lean forward, making his mouth come in very close contact with my left ear, "because ever since I saw you in that towel earlier, well, lets just say I've wanted to do some very UN-gentleman things to you."

As the words leave his mouth and I turn towards him to see if he is serious or not, I thank God that I'm sitting down as he hits me with a lust-filled come-hither look.

"Taker.." I began, but he shushes me by standing up and taking his wallet out.

"Please....call me Mark...only my acquaintances call me Taker."

After throwing down a wad of ones for the bartender, he looks at me breifly, before taking something else out of his wallet, and placing it in front of me, "If you're not there by sunrise, then so be it....but before you come to a conclusion about me.... about us, just think about it...I know have."

With that being said, he gives me one last look before turning around and leaving me and his room key behind.