The cool night breeze brushed against your skin as you made your way back to the entrance. Cornbread gazed at you with a puzzled look. "Whatchu doing out here?" he straightened his posture. "What? You gonna let me in… or keep blockin' the door?" Your gaze firmly fixed on his, your fingers played with your boa.

"Oh, nah. Come in." Cornbread stepped aside, and you grinned as you entered. The rhythm of the music pulsed through you as you navigated the throng.

You stepped to the back, gripping the curtain tightly and drawing it aside. "Elias," you called, glancing within.

He glanced away from his game and stood up. Your hand reached for his and guided him towards the dance floor. "Ay, did you get anything? I ain't come over to dance."

You smiled as you placed three gold coins into his hand. He looked down, brows furrowed.

"Hell yeah," he grinned while stashing the cash in his pocket. "What he want for it? Drinks?" he asked, glancing back at you. You shook your head, gazing up at him, your lip caught gently between your teeth.

"Well.. Alright," he murmured. You removed the pick from his mouth and pressed your lips against his. Your hands are clenching his blazer tightly. He recoiled, taken aback. And glanced up at the second story. Your fingers grazed along his arms. "What? You scared?"

"Nah.. I ain't scared." His eyes met yours again, "You're taken." You let out a soft laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck. "So, what you're saying is... You can hold up trains and folks... but you can't take me away for just one night?" Your voice dropped, your faces just inches apart. "That don't sound like you, Stack," you whispered.

That'll do it. — he started pulling you toward a secluded room. Oh, he is too easy.

Your tongue glided up to his ear while he pulled you closer to him. You nipped his shoulder, and he ran his fingers through your hair. "See? That wasn't too difficult, was it?" you whispered against his skin.

"No— damn, girl." he exhaled as you bit harder.