SUEDE MARTIN

"Show me some ID." I said to the person in front of me

"I've been a regular at this bar for years now." He practically yelled and slammed his hands down on the tabletop.

"And I don't care. Now show me some damn ID." I fired back at the blatant moron. He sighed loudly and rolled his eyes before reaching to dig in his pockets for his wallet.

"Ooh feisty, you know Dally loves a feisty one." A guy from across the bar said and I just scoffed and rolled my eyes at the name and statement. Yeah, of course he would.

"Thank you, Georgie." I replied while inspecting the identification card in his wallet. "And you should also know, being a regular at a bar is nothing to be proud of." I rolled my eyes.

"What else are you supposed to do when you've got no where left to go?" He asked shoving the wallet back into his pocket once I handed it back to him.

"You're from Maine, you've got everywhere to go. Or at least some family to go home to." I replied grabbing a glass off the shelf behind me

"To them, I'm dead. Especially Bill." Georgie replied with tired eyes.

"What's your poison?" I asked, twirling the cup in my hands.

"Strong and cheap." He replied, not giving me a direct answer, but I knew what he was asking for.

.::.

"You got a name?" I hear from somewhere around the bar.

"Depends who's asking." I turn in the direction of the voice.

"That'd be me, miss."

"And who are you?" I question narrowing my eyes at the person now in front of me.

"Well I'd be Dallas Winston, ma'am."

"Look, I have a job to get to." I scowled, my mood instantly turning sour at the mention of his name. After all the things I've heard about him, I don't even want to breathe the same air as him. I might catch a disease just from looking at him.

"Look, miss, just give me your name and I promise it will be worth your time" he smirked cockily and I scoffed in the back of my throat. Yeah, I'm sure it would. I rolled my eyes at him and started walking away from him to tend to another customer. Before I could get completely away though, he grabbed my wrist and held on tight, pulling me back toward him.

"Let me go." I all but yelled at him, jerking my wrist back, but he kept his grip tight like iron.

"Look, I don't know what I did to you, but I'm not going to stand for all this obvious disrespect. Now ma'am, I'll let you go as soon as you answer some of my questions."

"It's Suede." I growled angrily at him.

"As in Elvis Presley's 'Blue Suede Shoes'?" He chuckled lightly and I frowned at the way he was inadvertently making fun of the way I got my name.

"I answered your question, now let me go." I hissed jerking my wrist again only for him to not let go, yet again.

"Ah ah ah, I said QUESTIONS, now, go on, tell me."

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Yes, exactly that song. Thats my moms favorite song; therefore that's the song that named me."

"But why Suede?"

"Because my mom thought it'd be completely ridiculous and a little inappropriate to name their daughter 'shoes'."

He laughs a little, "What about Blue?"

"I don't know."

"And your age?" He inquired.

"Old enough to be working in this bar." I snapped, going to cross my arms over my chest before I realized where that'd put his hand, but before I could react quick enough, he'd noticed, smirking slightly, still cocky as ever.

"Woah," he widened his eyes dramatically, "at least let a guy buy you dinner first." He chuckled.

I scoffed and choked a fake laugh. "Yeah, I'm sure that's the most you've ever done to get in a girls pants, Dallas. Just because I work in a bar and am around a bunch of guys constantly, does NOT make me easy, and it DEFINITELY does not make me a whore for one of your fantasies."

He let go after that, shocked at my statement and I stormed off quickly, frustrated and a little embarrassed.

I spent the rest of the night avoiding that section of the bar, always sending one of my coworkers over there to tend to the needy customers, and trying to ignore the burning feeling of beady eyes on my body.

.::.

I yelled throughout the bar "All right everyone, last call." when I looked down and noticed the time on my wrist. People grumbled under their breaths as they stood up from their seats, threw their coats on their backs, and slowly made their way out of the bar and into the cool night air. Once everyone was out of the bar, I went to lock up the doors when I noticed one pesky person who still hadn't gone.

"That means you too." I called in the direction of the person still left inside. When they didn't move I walked over to them and grabbed their shoulder, spinning them around only to now notice it was Dallas.

I rolled my eyes in frustration and shifted all my weight to one foot. "I said last call, now get out of here, Dallas." I grabbed his arm to drag him to the front doors and hopefully push him out and lock the doors before he could barge his way back inside. As soon as we made it to the door though, he jerked his arm from my grasp and went stumbling backwards slightly.

"I'm serious, Dallas, you have to leave." I stated, frustrated at this whole encounter, at all of tonight.

He mumbled, "No I don't." looking to start an argument with me.

"Yes," I said and sighed loudly, licking my chapped lips, "you do. Now come on, get out." I pulled the door open and tried pushing him out, but unfortunately he was a lot stronger and had a lot more body mass than I.

"I'm serious, Dallas, get out." I grunted and practically stomped my feet in anger. "Now. Or I will call the police."

"I'm the one who should be calling the police." He stated and turned towards me, a fire blazing behind his eyes. "I could tell them a crazy lady is harassing me in my own home. Trying to force me to leave the comfort of my house." He smirked at the expression on my face. "That's right, sweetheart, I live here. You see, Buck's always been a real good friend to me, even offered me a room upstairs to stay whenever I'm in town." He chuckled and shrugged lightly at the next part. "And well, I'm in town."

"Whatever, Dallas." I brushed a hand through my red hair before pushing past him to lock up and go home. He grabbed my arm before I could make it to the door, though, and brought me back around to face him. "Just let me go." I growled, steeling my gaze and looking him in the eyes with a glare.

"No." He replied. "Not until you tell me what I've done to you."

"Nothing." I groaned, just wanting to go home to where I knew I could pass out in a peaceful sleep in my bed; maybe not so peaceful after tonight's events. "You've done absolutely nothing to me. Ever." I admitted, feeling a sudden tiredness sweep over me.

"Bullshit, obviously I've done something to you at some point in time, else you wouldn't hate me so much. Just tell me. Was I rude to you? Did I bump into you on the street and not say sorry or something?"

"NO." I screamed, annoyed, "No. You haven't done anything to me. At all. Ever. Just drop it, Dallas. Just leave me alone." I jerked my arm from his grasp, huffed, and walked away from him, out the bar, down the street, and finally, home.

.::.

true story guys, Suede was actually conceived to 'blue seude shoes' and that, therefore, is actually the song that she was named after.

Let me explain: I was listening to one of the many playlists I have on spotify when an idea sparked. This is the song that was on at the time and inspired this book.

So yes, Suede was 'conceived' to this song and named after it.