Rebirth at dawn

Robert sighed softly and pulled his knife out of the table he was sitting at. He was in front of a few guys that he’d been gambling with for a few hours. He was beating their asses, and had just taken the keys to a new car from one of them. He stood and grinned at them, pocketing his knife and the car keys before taking the stack of money he’d made, shoving that into his back pocket, “So guys…” he said, his face smug, “It’s been great, but I have to go…” One of the guys glared at him and Robert smirked back before turning around, “Have a great night, boys,” he called back.
After leaving the building, Robert let his breath out and went to his new car. It was a black pick-up truck with a sticker on the bumper that said, “Don’t Like My Driving? Suck My—“ above a picture of two tennis balls. He shook his head and tore the sticker off before climbing into the truck. He ran a hand through his brown hair and chuckled softly, deciding it was probably worth the time to spend a few dollars at the local club down the road. He figured if he had a ride now, he might as well use the ride for something other than gathering dust.
Robert started the engine and smiled to himself as the engine started purring. It was an excellent night, and not a thing could put him down at the moment. He turned the radio up and rolled down the windows before starting the drive down to the club, looking at the radio in disgust as a poppy song came on. It was a song about a girl losing her boyfriend to another girl and… well, either way, Robert wasn’t going to stand for this. He turned the station and hard rock blasted from his speakers as he drove.

After a five minute drive, Robert stopped his car in front of the club and parked it, locking the door after getting out and heading through the double doors into the busy club. The bar caught his eye and he made his way through the dancing bodies to get a drink. He sat two seats away from some girl who looked to be about his age and smiled at her, wondering why the hell she was so pale. ‘Get some sun or something… damn,’ he thought to himself, turning to the bartender after looking at her red drink, “Hey,” he said to the bartender, “I’ll take a Bloody Mary… same as her,” he said, pointing at her and winking.
Robert figured that there was no harm in a little senseless flirting since he was mad rich now. “I’m Robert,” he said, looking her up and down with his light brown eyes and grinning. His teeth were white and his body was clean because of how much his family had ground into him about hygiene. It’d become known to him in high-school that they weren’t full of it, and that hygiene did indeed help you get women. “Can I get you a drink?” he asked, looking into her eyes and hoping he had the smoldering look that the dudes in the movies sometimes had.

Robert laughed, “I usually avoid coming here, but I figured I had time to waste and money to spend, so I’d try and woo the most beautiful girl in the club,” he said, turning to the bartender, “Can I get another one for her, please?” he asked, smiling softly and turning back to her. The song that was on was that poppy girl from his truck and he made a face of annoyance before checking himself over for stains. It was something he did so he knew how to sit, and it usually worked. The reason he checked is because at one time in his life, a girl had noticed a mustard stain on his shirt, and it’d been pretty embarrassing to him, so he made sure it didn’t happen again.

After deciding his shirt was clean, he leaned back and smiled, looking into her eyes and running a hand through his hair again, something he did when he was nervous… and he was nervous. Robert knew his chances for a one-night stand were high. He knew that he could probably get mostly any woman in the club to come home with him, but he didn’t know about Anna. She seemed to have an air of confidence about her that was a little bit intimidating, but also kind of hot. Robert thought about it, and realized that in a way, she was hypnotizing with her silver eyes and pale skin. He thought about it, and realized she almost looked like a stereotypical vampire, drinking a bloody mary like she was. That was stupid, of course, but it was still something he could laugh about in his head. He did that a lot; always having something to laugh about in his head because he found it easier to laugh than to be pissed off at someone.

Robert smirked, “Yeah, I think you’re pretty gorgeous,” he said before watching her down her drink, almost as if she was happy the drink was even in existence. He ran a hand through his hair again and smiled at her, “Well, I’m twenty-one, I’ve got no family to speak of anymore. My mom is dead, my dad tries to make me avoid him by paying for anything I can ask for. It’s a pretty simple life, if I do say so myself, but it gets pretty lonely after a while… I was really close to my mom, so it kind of sucked that she died… but it’s whatever…”

Robert paused as if lost in thought before looking up and smiling as if nothing had happened, “So, what about you, Anna? Do you have any family or anyone that you talk to anymore? You have a boyfriend?” He couldn’t say he wasn’t curious about the girl, and his smile and eyes showed that he was genuinely interested in her life. “What about your hair? I’ve never seen anything like it… and your eyes… they almost match… it’s kind of attractive.” As he talked about her hair and eyes, he studied them, not doing anything other than looking for fear of getting punched in the face or called a pervert. His hands were together, and he was fumbling with a silver class ring, spinning it around his finger. It was another nervous habit Robert had, and he’d never done it because of a girl before. He paused and took a swig of his drink, feeling a small buzz come over his head, and wanting to enjoy the feeling of being here with a gorgeous girl, and having alcohol to drink. He personally didn't like Bloody Maries, but he couldn’t really complain about the drink she was drinking, and he didn’t want to get his normal cheap beer out of fear of scaring her away.

Robert seemed a bit surprised when she told him that she was going to go to her apartment and asked him to escort her. He kind of wondered if she was a whore, but also wondered if he really cared whether or not he’d get a disease from this beauty. It wasn’t every day that he got offered to “escort” a girl home, and he might as well take advantage of it… even if it was something that most douche bags did daily. Robert almost decided against it, but drained his drink and stood up. He was nervous as hell, and he really didn’t know if he could do this without flipping the fuck out and pussing out halfway to her house. He checked through the entire scenario in his head, and couldn’t see anything that could go wrong with sleeping with her… he HAD just been flirting with her about ten seconds ago, thinking about what it’d be like to see her naked. Maybe he was looking too deep into this situation. What if she just honestly wanted a walk home so she was a bit safer than if she were to walk home by herself? He considered this situation and decided that was probably it. But he was most definitely prepared for her to want to sleep with him. He shook his head, that was just stupid talk, this girl could do way better than him, and she probably knew that she could, too.

He looked down at his shoes before pulling out about two hundred dollars and tossing it on the bar, “You keep the change, mate,” he said to the bartender before looking at her and grinning, taking the chance to check out her body as he did so. “Shall we go?” he asked, holding out his hand, “I have a truck outside.”

Robert shivered slightly as he walked next to the babe; partially from excitement, partially from the cold air hitting him, and making goose bumps rise on his skin. He looked over at her and noticed she didn’t seem to be reacting to it and quickly fixed it. He opened her door for her and let her in before going to his side and getting into the truck. He backed up and began heading to his house before sighing, his head clearing a bit from the fresh air he’d received, “So… you don’t do this very often… do you? I mean, it might be rude of me to ask, but I really could just drive you home or something and have you call me?”

He realized that he’d implied she wanted to come home with him and turned red, “I-I mean… do you want to come over to my place? Have a drink or two or something? Maybe make out?” He found it an odd question after just asking her if she did that kind of thing often, but it was whatever, he didn’t worry much about offending her… he just worried that he wasn’t going to get laid, and that he’d wasted time on another pretty face.