AJ's bored, indifferent gaze swept the room. The same old music, the same old peoples. All he wanted was to hang out at home, watch some movies, play some pool. A little bit on the conservative side for him, but he was exhausted. The current tour was more physically and mentally demanding than any of the previous tours the Boys had been on.
Miranda's constant chatter was annoying him. He hadn't really even heard a single thing she'd said in the last ten minutes, but she hadn't noticed. Her voice floated past him, lost in the din of the crowded club. He was completely miserable in their relationship. It was slowly becoming painfully clear to him that the shallowness and superficiality of what they had wasn't going to last. He was a bit frightened by the idea of not having her around. As much as she irritated him, she also kept him from being lonely. Perhaps in some twisted way, he loved her. In the same twisted way that she loved him.
His gaze settled on the couple at the bar. She had been dancing across from him and Miranda. She could move. She seemed as interested in her date as he was in his. He wondered briefly where the other couple was. He had seen them walk in, but had lost track of them soon after. He watched the girl tease the guy she was with. With practiced skill she twisted him around her finger. The poor guy didn't even realize it. AJ shook his head as the guy watched her walk away, a deep longing in his gaze.
"AJ!" Miranda screeched.
"What?" he snapped, turning his head to look at her.
"You aren't listening to me," she whined. "I'm going to go find someone else to hang out with," she pouted.
"Fine," AJ shrugged. "That guy there looks like he might be a barrel of laughs," he pointed at the guy he'd been observing.
"Hmmm," Miranda said as she walked away. He watched as she slid up next to the guy. AJ almost laughed as the guy's eyes about popped out of his head.
"She's not that much different from what you were with," AJ murmured. "Although, it seems like your date was much more entertaining." Shaking his head as Miranda led the guy out on the floor, he sighed. Looking at his watch, he groaned. "Fuck, this bites," he mumbled settling back in his seat to watch his girlfriend do what the other chick had already done to the poor fool.
"Dylan?" she purred moving up against him. "I love that name."
Dylan chuckled. "Do ya now?" he asked.
Miranda nodded. "Very sexy."
"I don't think I caught yours," he whispered in her ear as he moved closer to her.
"Miranda," she smiled.
"Ooh. Are you evil?" he asked.
"Evil?" she asked confused.
He nodded. "Most Miranda's are evil in some way."
She grinned at him. Cocking her head to the side as she swayed to the music she murmured, "Yeah, I suppose I could be considered evil."
"I'm sure you can," he mumbled. "So. I'm assuming you're here with someone?"
"Why's that?" she asked slowly realizing that Dylan was about as exciting as watching paint dry.
"Because I'm wondering how much more time I have to be with you before some hunk of a guy comes busting up in my business and dragging you away from me. Right after he kicks my ass for dancing with you of course," he grinned.
"I'm here…with…someone," she said evasively. "Who knows if I'll be leaving with them though," she said softly. Watching as the wheels in his head started taking off with the possibilities of that open statement.
