Searching for the Devil, The Final Installment

This is the third and final installment to my short story (that’s not so great, but it works for creative writing): Searching for the Devil.  You can read the first part here and the second part here.

She hopped off the stage and went over to the bar to talk with the bartender and collect her tips.  Once she had her tips, she slapped down a twenty (like she always did) and headed back to the table with the man that had attracted her before she had gotten back up on stage.

The bartender couldn’t help but notice that she was getting awfully friendly with the man and he was a little bit worried about her.  He watched as they chatted and touched each other’s arms and he couldn’t help but be worried as the man asked her a question and she nodded to him before standing up and allowing him to lead her out of the bar with his hand on the small of her back.  She stopped and said something to the bouncer, laughing before finally exiting the bar with the man.

“She said not to worry man,” the bouncer told him.  “That if she didn’t show up for her set tomorrow, you’d know something was wrong, but that would still be well within the window for a kidnapping – the cops can’t do anything about it for at least 24 hours anyway.”

As she walked with the man, she laughed at this jokes and when he put his arm around her to pull her into him a little closer, she let him.  When he whispered in her ear, she couldn’t help but blush.  As they got to the end of the row of bars, she turned to him and didn’t even flinch when he lightly pressed himself against her with a wall on the other side of her.

She grabbed his jacket a little and fiddled with it.  Then she looked at him and said, “I’ve got another set tomorrow night.  Will I see you there again?”

“I don’t know,” he said.  “You’re really too good for that little bar anyways.”

“You got another option for me?” she asked coyly.

“I might be able to help you out,” he said.

She stood up on her tippy toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek before whispering in his ear, “Tell me more about it tomorrow night.”  Then she squirmed out from under his arm and headed to her car.

The next night, he was at the bar when she showed up and she could see the bartender grilling him.

“He’s not giving you a hard time, is he?” she asked, eying the bartender dubiously.  The man shrugged it off.  “He didn’t abduct me last night,” she lectured the bartender.  “Let  him be.”

Then she pulled him to a table where they could talk and pretend they were in love again.

“I pulled some strings and have some friends coming to listen tonight,” he said.

“What kind of strings?” she asked.

“Don’t you worry about that,” he said.

They talked and ate and had a good time.  When it was time for her to get up, she sang her first set and kept her eyes on him the entire time.  She was thrilled to be getting her way.  She knew that she was going to have to step up her game a little bit if she wanted to keep his interest.  During her break, she pulled him into the hallway by the bathrooms where it was a little quieter and they could talk – the bar had a rowdier crowd tonight.

“Your friends still showing up?” she asked.

“I think so,” he said.  “But I could probably give them some extra persuasion, if you wanted me to.”

He had her pinned against the wall again, and he was being more aggressive than before.  She was willing to play his game.  She batted her eyelashes at him.  “What could I possibly do to help?”

He went in for a kiss and she returned it gratefully.  What she wasn’t expecting was to feel the spark that she did when his lips covered hers.  When he broke it off, she kept her eyes closed and smiled.  “Wow,” she breathed out.

“I’ll say,” the man responded.  “I should go welcome my friends,” he told her.  “Go sing your heart out.”

She smiled as she watched him walk away.

After she was done, he took her over to his friends and she was introduced to them.

“You’re great,” the one said.  “We have an open studio time tomorrow.  And if you show up, we might be able to convince somebody who can make things happen to hear you.”

“Great,” she said.  “Which studio?”

He handed her a card.  “It’s not that well known.  But he can get you there without a problem,” he said pointing to the man she had really started to fall for.

That night, she left the bar with him, stopping to make out on random corners before getting a cab back to her house and giving her number to the man so that he could call her about the next day.  As she rode home, she couldn’t help but smile.  Things might finally be working out for her.  And maybe the man was right, maybe she was a bit of a devil – using him like that for a chance.  She could only hope that the angel part would continue and get him to fall for her as well.

That’s it!  Hope you enjoyed it.  Not the best writing and definitely not very organized, but I did it.

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