It was another normal night at the club, rather boring actually. Scarlet eyes scanned the throng of people below, taking in the drunken flailings of a group of girls who looked too young to be at a night club, to a small group of men in their thirties standing by the wall, attempting to chat over a few beers and regain the youth they had lost long ago.

The DJ sighed, switching to his back up set list and jumping to the ground, walking to the bar.

"Yo." He nodded to the bartender, an old friend of his that had hooked him up with the job.

"The usual?" The bartender asked, sliding him a glass of clear liquid, as he already knew the answer.

The DJ nodded in thanks, picking up the glass and knocking it down in one go. The warm liquid slid down his throat, and he welcomed the familiar warmth that bloomed in his abdomen. He set the glass, turning back to the DJ box, tipping his head at a nearby group of tipsy college girls.
There was no one of interest occupying the club tonight. It had been a few days since he brought someone home, and he wanted a bit of a challenge tonight.

o.0.o

He ended up going home with some hipster douchebag with a violet stripe in his hair, who had complimented him on his excellent set.
Hey, he figured, the guy liked what he did, why not reward him. At least this one had a nice ass.

The guy ended up being more trouble than he was worth, awkward and whiny, and had called out someone else's name. Not that Dave minded, after all. It was just sex, and he wasn't in some romantic bullshit trash, where it was called "making love," and the couple got married and had 2.5 children, and a white, picket fence, with a yipping rat some people called dogs (Dave just called them annoying.) It was sex, hard, rough and fast, and Dave was gone before the sun rose, disentangling himself from the needy hipster.

He did a quick pocket check before leaving. He didn't want a repeat of what had happened the one time he left his wallet at some chicks' house, having to buy her coffee to get it back.

He ran a hand through his hair, shrugging on his leather jacket and sliding his trademark aviators onto his face, opening the door to a stunned looking girl in flourescent pink- Maybe a girlfriend?- he stepped aside, smirking and letting her stalk in, before he shut the door behind himself.
He heard yelling before he was at the end of the driveway. Yep. Definitely a girlfriend.

o.0.o

By the time Dave had reached his small apartment across the city, it was almost time for him to go to his day job at a small coffee shop in a run down neighbourhood. Being a barista for spacey college kids wasn't the ideal idea for work, but it paid pretty well so he didn't mind too much, and it didn't leave him so exhausted he couldn't play his nightly set.

Plus, there were always several cute girls who came on a regular basis. It was always fun to write his number on a coffee cup, and hand it to them with a wink.

He shivered. Except for the one time he mixed up orders and got a call from a creepy old man by accident, but he still didn't like to talk about that.
With a yawn, he unlocked the door to his apartment, taking off his jacket and hanging it on the coat rack.

He most definitely didn't shriek when he saw a familiar girl on the couch, sprawled out and grinning in his direction. He was too cool for that.
"Hello Dave."

Just great. A crazy ex to start off his day. He would definitely be taking the employee discount at the coffee shop when he was done here.

A/N: Yaaaaaay story. This is a new story inspired by "How to be a Heartbreaker" by Marina and the Diamonds. Sorry the first part is so shitty, but it will get better, I promise!

I will try to update this at least twice a month, if not more, and in between updates for other stories! This will also be hosted at AO3, under the same psued.
Marked T for now, but who knows really?