"Why don't you ask one of your little girlfriends, the ones you just sent away."
"I was lucky I even got to send them away," he replied with a slight chuckle, "They wouldn't shut up, and they were starting to annoy me, anyway...as I'm sure they were annoying you." He held out his hand again, this time closer to Lacey then before. He could tell that she was contemplating his offer. "Fine," she silently scoffed, "I owe you for getting us in here anyway."
He nodded, gently taking her by the hand, and leading her away from the VIP section. He caught Steve and Sammie embracing each other over in a vacant area, and nudged his head towards their direction so Lacey could see as well. He moved far away from the area where they had been sitting, and stopped once they reached to about the middle of the floor. He danced, not really caring about what he looked like in the eyes of others. He knew he was a good dancer, and thinking about it would only mess him up.
While he moved to the music. He thought about what had happened at the beach. Him and Lacey had come so close to locking lips...and then she moved away. But why? Clearly she had shown she had feelings for him by the way she wrapped her arms and legs around him in the water...It had been driving him crazy all day. He needed to say something, and he needed to know what she thought of him...
"Lacey," he said over the loud music, "Lacey, I need to tell you something. But first, let's get away from all of these people." He gently took her by the hand again, trying to find a vacant area, but of course, there was none. Just then, he hatched an idea. There was a door leading to an outside area that was a part of the club. He had been to the Bamboo before...he knew his way around.
He led her outside. They entered a fenced-in area where a clean, unused pool stood in the middle of the concrete. Neon palm trees shined a hypnotic pink glow, and the music from inside was only slightly audible. He took both of her hands in his, tenderly rubbing his thumbs over her fingers, and began to speak.
"So listen," he said, "I've been thinking a lot about what happened earlier today, at the beach...and I don't know what happened, but I just want to tell you that there's no reason for you to be scared of me." He moved in closer, his eyes darting as if they were saying 'let's try again.' "I know I can be a little bit...impulsive, flirtatious...y'know..." he slightly chuckled, looking down at the ground for a moment, "But when I talk to you, I really do mean everything I say. You're beautiful Lacey..." he said, moving even closer, "And I really, really like you."
He placed one hand on her left cheekbone, and the other around her right hip. "You just..."
Silence.
And when Davey Jones, a master at conversation, couldn't think of anything else to say, he leaned in and planted a kiss on Lacey's lips.