Roger smiled at the skinny girl in the audience, finishing the last chord of the song. Nodding to the crowd as they cheered for them, he turned and made his way off stage.
He grabbed his guitar and made his way out into the club, smiling to the random people who congratulated him on a great set.
“Finally,” he whispered as he found the blond sitting at the bar waiting for him. “Hey Ali,” he whispered into her ear, kissing her neck.
“It's about time,” she told him taking a sip of her drink.
“What's got your thong in a twist?” Roger asked, asking the bartender for his normal.
“Nothing, I'm sorry. I just hate being away from you for so long,” she told him while moving to sit on his lap.
“That's alright,” he whispered, kissing her forehead. “Want to get heading home?” She nodded and took his hand, pulling him out the bar.
“Do you want me to walk you home tonight or not?”
“Nah, I'll just get a taxi back to Westport,” Alison told him, giving him a sad smile.
“Your father still doesn't know about me?” He asked, sitting down on a near-by bench, pulling her down onto his lap. She nodded and moved from his lap.
“Are you ever going to tell him about me? Seriously Alison, we've been dating for six months now and I hate having to hid behind a garbage can if he comes by,” he told her, standing up. “Are you embarrassed by me or something? I feel like a monkey behind glass.”
He began to walk away, but Alison grabbed his wrist and turned him. “Roger, it's not that. My father is just different then we are. He wants me to date someone, well, someone like him,” Alison explained to him.
“Ew. I hate people like that, no offense to your father though,” Roger said, sitting back down on the bench.
Alison sat down next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. Roger lifted his arm and placed it around her, pulling her into him.
“I'm sorry I over reacted,” Roger whispered, kissing her.
“It's alright, just don't do it again,” Alison joked.
“Seriously though, Ali, I don't want to hide from your dad. I want your father to know that I love you. I want your father to know that I'm dancing on my toes when you kiss me, you pull me down and I like it,” Roger told her, looking into her eyes.
Alison looked into his brown eyes, tears forming in her eyes. “Roger, did you mean all that? Everything you said?”
“I do Alison, from the bottom of my heart,” he told her.
“I love you Roger Davis, I do.”
“I love you Alison Grey, with every last of my being.”
“Alright, so, how about this weekend, you come over?”
Roger looked at her confused. “You really want me to?”
“Of course, I want to show my father that man that I love,” she told him, pulling him in by the shirt and kissed him.
“Alison, sometimes, you just make me want to be bad,” Roger told her and smiled.