club dj!johnny but sometimes the club gets so busy he has to put on the remixes he makes in his free time to go help kyle by the bar.
he’d be so flirty with everyone, winking at any girl who purposely asks for a sex on the beach. “with or without the beach, hen?” he’d grin to himself as kyle’d roll his eyes, looking at the girl in an apologetic manner. she wouldn’t be sad.
after almost an hour on the dance floor, you finally managed to get through the crowd and reach the bar counter, where to your surprise, you found the dj who you swear winked at you at least twice from his console.
“an’ for the pretty lass?” he grinned, clearly recognising you.
“uh, could you get me a martini? dirty, please.”
“ah’ll make it extra dirty for ye.” he winked and in less than a minute you had your glass in your hand, trying to look for your friends, who’d you lost in the crowd while trying to get to the bar.
“can ah be graced with yer presence up there later?” he stopped you before you could disappear into the crowd of sweaty, dancing bodies, a white rag thrown over his shoulder.
“me?” you played dumb, biting back a grin.
“aye.” he grinned. “ah’d luv ta have ye there.”
“cmon.” he shot you another charming smile and you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks warm up. “a pretty lassie up there would look good for the official pictures.”
johnny nodded as he leaned against the counter, ignoring the queue of people waiting to be served and kyle’s complaints.
he held out his hand for you to shake. “name's johnny, gorg.”
