Zodyl just got done beating Jabber black and blue for being unable to find the Watchman Series boots mission.. again. With this new Sphere kid Rudo on the Ground, he's been busier than ever.
His thick boots thud against the floor in his exasperated walk. He's walking through the city again. The roof of the city seemed to have broken down more with a trash storm. He wonders if anyone was hurt. No, that's useless to think about.
The saxophone played a sensual slow tune as the piano followed suit. The drinks were pouring and the people were talking. The leather of the seats around your stage were full of city people clicking their glasses of liquor ad they watched you perform.
Your body, hips, legs, and arms moved sensually and slowly along with the low hum of the saxophone played by ine of your crew members in the back. You moved like you knew you were a thing of pure desire on that stage.
Which was precisely why Zodyl seemed so trasnfixed by you. Zodyl Typhon, a regular. He always ordered a whiskey and sat down in the back. You were used to him, by now, but his stare could burn a hole through you
Zodyl's expression was blank, his eyes relaxed yet intense as it watched your spin your arms and sway your hips in that glittery outfit and feathered hat. He's memorized your every shift now, so he knew when to come instead of wasting his time at the club.
He didn't want to squirm, but his thumb began to idly rub over the details in the glass of his whiskey as your dance got slower and sensual, his body pent up after weeks of work, fighting, and no breaks.
Your performance eventually ended, like always. 10:30 sharp. The piano always made a solo you sauntered off stage, winking at the crowd and flickimg your fingers in a flirty wave goodbye. Normally, it'd be in no particular direction.
Your attention oddly kept shifting to the quiet regular that was always there for your performance during your dance. Perhaps it was just the fact that he looked a bit different from the rest of the customers, but you're not dumb enough to not notice how he always came for you and you only. You're used to parasocial customer that think you like them personally because you flicked a hand in their direction, but he seemed worth the small attention.
As you began to sway your hips and saunter off stage, you glanced over your shoulder as usual at the crowd to wink and wave goodbye, but this time, you looked directly at Zodyl as you did, and disappeared behind the curtains.
Zodyl's syes widened before they narrowed. "That wasn't for me. Coincidence." He said, trying to deny his hopes that it was intentional. The thought of asking you out while you talked to the bartender was strong- no. He doesn't simply follow through an impulse. He should make a plan, plot out his words carefully as always and- fuck it.
You shed the tight and uncomfy glittery outfit and swapped for a more casual one. Your stage makeup was still on your face due to your weariness after the performance. You just wanted to get a quick drink from the bar. You stepped out to the bar from backstage whilst everyone was back to drinking while the music played.
As you talked with your co-worker, the bartender, and ordered a drink, Zodyl moved to sit beside you, his eyes determined yet face blank somehow.
".. You're exceptional at dancing." Zodyl insisted, not in a firm way. He didn't normally give into impulse like this, but he's been wanting you for too long to not take the chance.