"Better ta’ forget, I suppose. If that’s the case." He nodded, "What d’you do, if you don’t mind me askin’?"
"Ah, yeah, I play in a band called Arctic Monkeys. Maybe you’ve heard a’ us."
"Well.. I’m an exotic dancer if I put it into loose terms. I think you know what I’m hinting at," she was only saying that because the cab driver was nosy and he seemed to know a few words in english. He seemed to know the word she wanted to say though.
"That’s why I know you! Of course I do, big fan of your music, it’s great to dance to sometimes."
"Is that ‘ow your nights usually end up? Not rememberin’ a thing?" He asked, amusement coloring his words. Spending his evening in such a way was nothing too out of the ordinary, but he was a traveling musician— and this girl, well, he didn’t know a thing about her.
"Alex. Lovely ta’ meet you as well, Dawn."
"If I’m not working the night shift then yeah, and I only work the night shift so— It just depends, sometimes I don’t remember the day. Sometimes I do but it’s been shitty lately so." He just seemed like an interesting person so why not tell him anything he asked her."
"Alex— Hm, you look a bit familiar for some reason. Your face with that name— Are you a musician?"
"Oh, lead the way, then," He followed her outside and watched as she worked her magic, "Best night ever, eh."
Without missing a beat he filed into the taxi alongside her, closing the door and crossing his legs once inside. “So er, not quite sure I caught your name.”
"I don’t think I’ve had a bad night with anyone, except my ex, but that doesn’t count— So yes. Be prepared for waking up and not remembering a thing."
That was one thing she was good at, forgetting. Even forgetting to introduce herself,”Oh— Sorry! I’m Dawn, nice to meet you.”
"Dude, what did you smoke? I need to be on your level right now."
"I smoked weed, I have some in my house if you want more but I swear I had a brick of it."
"Sounds like a blast."
"Any good at hailin’ taxis?"
"Of course! I’ve lived in New York all my life, get ready for the best night ever."
Smiloing and walking outside. Waiting for that light before she held out her hand, quickly getting a taxi,”C’mon—”
"Why is there the Easter bunny? It’s not even Easter," she’s just high, she has no clue what’s going on.
"I’m a tested, 100% complete psychopath. I don’t want you to be scared of me, though.. I swear I’m a chill guy when I’m not completely pissed off.." He soon smiled. "We’re on a date and I figured I gotta be honest with ya."
Blinking a bit for a minute before smiling,”Well.. that’s interesting. I guess… I’ll try not to piss you off— let me know if I’m on that track okay?” Of course she would be on a date with a psychopath, of course, maybe she should tell him that she lives forever. Maybe later on if they decide to talk after this.
"I’m sorry to hear that."
"I’d be happy to join ya for a drink— or, y’know, a drink and a chat. I like ta’ think that I’m a good listener."
"Sweet, let’s go to a bar and get a drink or five. And get really drunk because life sucks right now."