Faces From the Past - Open and Tagged//John Hart
Weekends at Saxon’s, now that the summer season was starting, was like walking into the heart of storm. From the moment you hit the floor until the instant you stumbled out into the early morning’s light, your senses were assaulted by the lights, sounds, smells and sensations inside the club. It was a never ending party with lights, music, alcohol and dancing that lasted for almost three full months.
In the past, Donna dreaded it. The lack of sleep, the extra hours, the general chaos and the summer people. But not this year. She took a final look in the mirror, twisting to check the back of her, a little smile on her face. It was a bit of a daring choice, the emerald green backless tank top, but the black silk dress pants and high heels kept it from looking cheap. Donna decided to put her hair in a loose bun with a few long pieces of hair trailing down her back before heading back onto the floor. It was hot in the club, always was, but she had been dancing a bit and she really felt it now.
She smirked to herself as she opened the door to her office and sauntered her way back toward the bar, her hips swaying with a little extra swing. She could feel eyes upon her and for once in her life, Donna Noble didn’t feel self-conscious. Instead, she boldly smiled and kept on towards her target.
The bar and John. She knew he was the reason she was feeling so damn good. She was having fun and he had a way of making her feel absolutely amazing and dare she even think it? Special… Even while he flirted with the customers at the bar. It didn’t fade. Well, not really. Then there were those quiet times when he was so different from the boastful, loud, outrageous Captain John. Donna’s smile broadened. Those were simply amazing in a completely different way.
She slipped behind the bar and leaned against it, watching him work. When he came near Donna reached for his hand and tugged him to her
“Hey there Criminal, I have an order for you to fill too,” she teased him with a smile. She actually did want him to fix her a drink, but she’d just leave that implication out there too… just in case. Besides, she’d be lying if she didn’t admit to getting a bit of thrill from the little flashes of jealousy she saw in more than a few of the eyes looking at her from the other side of the bar.
It was then that a booming voice, followed by a small chorus of accompanying ones, cut across the already loud din in the bar area.
“I can’t bloody believe it! Look boys, it’s the Captain!”
Donna saw a group of men approaching the bar like they owned the place. They leisurely powered their way through the throngs of people, simply expecting them to move out of the way or get knocked over. They seemed to be very pleased about something, as they grinned oily smiles as they made their approach.
The hand Donna had resting on John’s arm tightened. She had a bad feeling about these guys and seeing as how Jack was on the other side of the club, they could only be calling for John. She couldn’t imagine there being a third “Captain” in the Club.
Her eyes flickered back to John, “John?” she asked, wondering who these men were as they went about removing patrons from their bar stools so they could sit together at the bar.
Donna couldn’t let that go on! She looked at them briefly and then back at the bartender. She made a move in anticipation of confronting them.
