Intermission?

Mosche met you and Gemma at the bar, Tasha in tow.

“Hey buddy,” you said. “That went great!”

“Yeah, thanks,” he said with a grin

“You did really well too, Tasha,” Gemma said. “Congratulations.”

“Ah, I still have a long way to go yet,” Tasha waved off the compliment. “You two definitely set a fire in the back room though. People are pissed no one is getting to you, and Oscar is furiously trying to figure out if he ripped off a joke from some old TV show or not.”

“Oops,” you said, not feeling bad at all.

“Just a forewarning, Tommy Lin came in randomly tonight - he’s one of the hotshots a lot of the semi-pros look up to because he’s a full-time comic. They’re all feeding him info and ideas to rip into your two,” Tasha said.

“Oh, it wouldn’t be that bad I don’t think,” Mosche said. “Tommy doesn’t really do crowd work.”

“I saw him deal with an actual heckler once though,” Tasha said. “He got the guy so mad that he actually took a swing at Tommy.”

You turned to Gemma. “You want to stick around for this, or maybe we take this date on the move and go for a walk?”

Gemma squeezed your hand twice, which you were holding down at your sides, as she seemed to think about it. “I dunno, what were you thinking?”

“There’s usually a gourmet hotdog food truck parked down the block from here on Fridays,” you said. “Let’s grab some food.”

“You just want to see me with a sausage in my mouth, don’t you?” Gemma smirked, making Tasha guffaw a bit and then laugh. It took Mosche a hot second to catch on to the innuendo.

“So what if I do?” you countered. “How’s that Nickleback song go? ‘Cause you look so much cuter with something in your mouth’?”

Gemma scoffed playfully and bit her bottom lip as she thumped you on the shoulder.

“From what I saw, he’s got a whole footlong for you,” Tasha teased Gemma. “If I were you, I wouldn’t even be stopping for food. We’d already be back at my place for some homemade gourmet snacks.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Gemma said, whispering conspiratorially. “This whole date is just intermission between the real fun.”

“Damn, girl!” Tasha laughed.

Back over at the stage, the host started talking into the mic and calling people back to their tables.

“Alright, we’re on our way out,” you said. “You two have fun with the rest of the night. Mosche, I don’t think you should expect me back at the apartment tonight.”

“Remember what I said,” Tasha grinned. “If a pretty blonde turns up dead on the news tomorrow, I’m letting the cops know you killed her with your cock.”

“Harrharr,” you said.

As you and Gemma turned towards the exit, you thought you heard Tasha say to Mosche, “So, you’ve got the apartment to yourself tonight, huh?”

Once you were outside of the club, you found the night had settled in and things had cooled off nicely. You spotted the food truck down the street and turned towards it.

“That was fun,” Gemma said, swinging your hands between you happily. “We should really go see an actual show this summer and not just an Open Mic though.”

“I’d like that,” you said. “Maybe we don’t sit in the front row for that, though.”

“What, afraid of taking on the pros?” Gemma grinned at you.

“No, I just don’t want to need to leave halfway through because the headliner doesn’t want to contend with you,” you laughed. “I can hold my own, but you destroyed that second woman with one hand tied behind your back.”

“Hey, John?” Gemma said.

“Mhmm?”

“I love you,” she said with a shy smile.

“I love you, too,” you smiled back. You stopped walking and she pressed her front to yours, tilting her chin up to kiss you lightly.

“My ex would have been embarrassed by tonight,” she said. “But you went along and rolled with the punches. And you made it feel totally normal to be saying ‘I love you’ even if it’s way too early. You’re making me feel really, really special.”

“That’s only because you are really, really special, love,” you said, holding her hips as you looked down at her in the light of the streetlamp.

She kissed you again, firmer and softer at the same time. Insistent. “Let’s eat,” she said quietly. “And then I want you to take me home and fuck me so fucking hard that I squirt like Sabrina did the other night.”

Now you kissed her, and then you walked down the rest of the way to the food truck. You ordered for both of you and Gemma insisted on paying since you had covered the club and drinks. A couple of the other people at the truck recognized you from the club and scowled at you - apparently, they thought you had ruined their night out. Then a trio of ladies came from down the other direction of the street, yammering loud and drunk about the club they had just left.

You saw Gemma listening in, and once the two of you hand hungrily scarfed down your ‘gourmet’ hotdogs you tossed the trash. “Alright,” you asked. “Your place, or dancing?”

She beamed at you, confused and happy. “How did you know I was thinking that?”

“Because I’m paying attention, Gemma,” you said. “And I love you.”

“Every bit of the codeword, huh?” she asked.

“Every bit,” you said, nuzzling the tip of your nose against hers.

“Dancing, just for a bit,” she said. “I love dancing.”

“Then we’re dancing,” you agreed.

The club, a place inanely called ‘Here’, was a block away and you quickly found the line to get in. There were about a dozen people ahead of you in line, and you were standing and chatting for a couple of minutes when a taxi pulled up to the curb and disgorged a bunch of guys.

“Oh, God,” you groaned.

“What?” Gemma asked.

“Oh, hey you guys!” Eric said, grinning like mad. “Gemma, looking hot!”

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