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Are You Satisfied?

Chapter Four

Summary: On June's day off, her and Elvis get out of their apartment.

Warnings: light jealousy/possessiveness, light swearing, bad writing of a southern accent.

Word Count: 2.7k

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With each day June left Elvis alone for work, he tried to find something else to do. His boredom was getting worse and worse as the days passed. He almost caught June’s apartment on fire just because he was trying to make dinner which ultimately made him banned from ever trying to cook something again. Though, June couldn’t really blame Elvis. She had a sneaking suspicion that his mom didn’t teach him how to cook because of the gender roles back then so he was pretty much helpless in the kitchen. And she wasn’t wrong. Not only about that but Elvis couldn’t work a modern oven or stove for the life of him, why the hell were there touch screens on a fucking stove? He hated it.

So when June had a few days off, they were both very grateful. June could relax and Elvis could do something, finally. Maybe even get out of the four walls that seemed to taunt him each day he stayed. June sensed his restlessness so the night before her days off, she brainstormed ideas on what they could do. They already went shopping and ate at her favorite taco truck but it’s LA! There’s so many other things to do there. She wrote a few things down in her journal to remember in the morning.

The morning was a different story. It started off the same way it usually did for Elvis, being awoken by a nice, sweet smell that he followed out of his bed. This time, though, his feet stayed planted on the ground when he caught sight of June, eyes wide. She wore a simple tank top and a pair of sleep shorts with her hair tied up in a ponytail. Her strong arms and legs were on display, dark tattoos curving around her limbs and even one up her neck. Elvis certainly was no stranger to women’s bodies but this felt different.

June was like no woman he’s ever known before. Those girls were usually dainty, petite, wore dresses or ‘girly’ clothes all their life with no intention of really changing that. Then June Monroe stepped into his life and ripped those ideas apart without meaning to. Her and her dyed hair, ripped jeans, combat boots, miles of leather jackets, and band t-shirts.

“Elvis?” June’s voice pulled him from his thoughts, a small smirk on her face paired with furrowed eyebrows. “You alright? You kinda zoned out for a sec.” She wasn’t too worried, just wanted to make sure he was back in reality.

Elvis shook his head before he coughed, “Yeah, m’good. No need t’worry.” He shrugged, snapping his gaze to her eyes instead of anywhere else on June’s body. Elvis was still a gentleman even if he felt this….. Attraction towards June. If his Mama was here, he was sure she’d beat the living daylights out of June just because he was the one staring.

June let out a hum, not sure if she completely believed him. “Well, we got waffles today.” She said, setting a plate with strawberries on the side in front of Elvis. June popped an extra strawberry from her plate in her mouth, winking at the man as she made her way upstairs. “Oh! And get dressed! We’re going somewhere today!” She yelled from the stairs.

Elvis watched June leave and blinked, nodding to himself after he listened to her instructions. He wondered what it would be as he ate, definitely not thinking about the way June captured that strawberry between her lips.

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June warned Elvis to dress comfortably because they would be gone most of the day and to also take the hot weather into account. So he did, best he could. He dressed in some simple brown checkered pants that he belted and a short-sleeved white button-up. His hair was practically the same as always but more strands seemed to want to be out of place. Classy but still suitable for the weather.

Then he saw June.

She wore a stark white sleeveless turtleneck, a necklace hanging on her neck outside of the shirt, some black high-waisted jean shorts that had custom stitching of stars, some band symbols, and hearts, a pair of fishnets that were tucked into some generic black sneakers. June’s hair was pulled back by a clip, showing off more of the blue underneath the rest of her hair.

“Ready to go?” June asked, grabbing her leather jacket from the couch. She was one of those people who would suffer in the heat to wear a jacket just because.

Elvis nodded, “I’ve been itchin’ to get out of here, you’ve no idea.” He admitted with a small smirk, pushing his hands into his pockets.

“Oh, shut up. You should be glad I wanna do anything right now.” June rolled her eyes, opening the door to her apartment to let Elvis out first. He quickly followed her lead and left as she closed the door behind them.

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For a while, the two of them just walked around LA. Elvis was once again captured by the modern parts of the city. All the LED billboards, expensive cars passing by, people playing on the street for coins, the different types of people that passed by them. Of course, Elvis did live past the end of segregation but it was interesting to see just how far society came in a matter of just a few decades. It was far away but it didn’t seem like much to him. They passed a building and Elvis couldn’t stop but stare into it. It was a performing arts school with people dancing elegantly inside, he admired the twirls and flips while June stood next to him.

“Y’know I was a ballerina when I was younger. It was fun.” June hummed, reminiscing on how her feet hurt after practice. “But then some of the complicated stuff came in so I quit.” She admitted with a small laugh. Same thing happened with cheerleading.

Elvis tore his gaze away from the dancers and looked at June. “Couldn’t imagine you as a ballerina.” He laughed a little, shaking his head as they continued to walk again.

“Trust me, it’s not an image you want in your head. Had The Chordettes stuck in my head for months.” June laughed quietly, running a hand through her hair to adjust some strands that fell in her face.

Elvis nodded along with her, an easy smile on his face. He hadn’t felt this carefree in a while. Sure, some people were starting to stare at him the longer he was outside the comfort of June’s apartment but he didn’t care. He felt like he was nineteen again, first going onstage for the first time at the Louisiana Hayride and having the time of his life. This was like that, much more tame but the same sort of feeling.

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Eventually, the two of them made their way up to the Hollywood sign which made Elvis complain about getting his boots dirty but he thanked the lord that they stopped at the sign for a little while and that June grabbed some water before they went up. He chugged his water bottle in one go, resting against the ‘O’ of the sign as he looked out at the city as the sun was starting to set. Elvis looked at the sign for a moment, realizing that it was restored. Perhaps he could be restored too, his image, his music, himself. Hell, Elvis already felt like he had a second chance at life thanks to a certain woman.

When he moved his gaze to June, he realized she was staring out at the city too and admired how the sun shone in her blue eyes. It reminded Elvis of how the ocean looked when the sun was shining from underwater.

June finally caught Elvis’ eyes after a little while and smiled at him. He thought they were about to kiss for a moment before June said something, “Race ya back down?” She asked with a wink. And before he could respond, she bolted, literal dust taking her place. “Loser has to buy drinks!” She yelled.

Elvis let out a sigh, it’s been a while since he’s run but he did, almost catching up with June but she had the head start so she was bound to win anyway. He breathed heavily once they were down the mountain, shaking his head as he followed June down the road.

“You’re a fucking cheat.” Elvis groaned, running a hand through his now sweaty hair. Well, it was sweaty before, but only from the heat. Now it was sweaty from the exercise. “An’you look like you go to the gym e’ryday!” He complained softly.

June rolled her eyes with a laugh, “That’s what a loser says! Plus, the gym I go to is in the complex we now live in. So you could go if you wanted to, I never said you couldn’t leave my apartment, just not the building.” She explained on the way to the bar they were going to.

Elvis didn’t know much about it, just that June said it served great drinks and was a piano bar. Maybe he could play a song or two if he was allowed.

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Thankfully, the walk to the bar wasn’t too far or else Elvis was sure he’d pass out. He needed another drink. Or two. Or three. Hell, he needed six after being outside in the heat for so long, glad that the bar had some air conditioning. Arriving at the bar, he noticed June talk to some of the bartenders like friends. It was like she knew at least one person if they ever went somewhere. It was charming to see that she made friends everywhere.

“Is Mr. Criss gracing us with his presence today?” June asked with a smirk at one of the male bartenders who let out a laugh in response.

He shrugged, trying to look like he didn’t know anything. “Hmm, maybe he will. Maybe he won’t.” He winked, pouring out a drink for June. “But, just have fun tonight. Darren can’t be your only source of entertainment.”

June hummed as she grabbed the newly made drinks and walked over to their booth. She gave one to Elvis who was staring at her with curious eyes. She looked up as she took a sip of hers before letting out a small cough. They always made their drinks strong but she didn’t mind.

“Um, I know everyone here. Darren, the owner, and I lived next door to each other.” She explained as she took out the clip from her hair. Elvis watched as June let it fall over her shoulders.

Elvis nodded, taking a sip of his and barely batting an eye. He was used to strong liquor, Club Handy always had the best drinks around. “Would it be okay if I play on the piano?” He asked June softly, itching to play it.

“I dunno, usually Darren’s the only one who can play but I’ll ask for you.” June said with a nod as she moved back to the bar, yelling over all the other patrons that seemed to suddenly appear at the bar top. “Can my friend play on the piano for a song or two?”

Each bartender June asked just shrugged in response which was getting her nowhere. She pursed her lips until she felt an arm around her shoulder and heard a few small screams from the people around her. June turned her head and laughed a little at the man hanging on her side.

“Been a while since I’ve seen you here.” Darren said with a smirk, pressing a kiss to her cheek. He held her tightly, ruffling up June’s hair which made her laugh more.

Elvis watched the exchange from his and June’s booth, suddenly feeling very jealous and protective over June. Sure, she was a big girl who could protect herself but he didn’t know this man. That should be him, not some random guy…. But then again, he realized, Elvis barely knew the names of June’s parents or siblings. He really shouldn’t be jealous but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to hold her, kiss her cheek, feel her hair.

June rolled her eyes, shoving Darren off him. He seemed drunk already but his shift was just starting and June knew he just acted weird sometimes. “Well, I have a job. And one of those jobs is being your music producer as well as many other artists music producers so ....” She shrugged as she took a sip of her drink. “It’s been a hell of a week but I needa ask you something.” June coughed.

Darren deadpanned at June and nodded, wanting her to go on. The girl had a nasty habit of forgetting what she was going to ask someone or even changing a subject too quickly that she would forget how they moved on with the conversation.

“Well, my friend over there wants to give it a go on your piano. Think you can handle not being the center of attention for a little while?” June asked with a smug smirk, already feeling the effects of her cocktail.

Darren rolled his eyes and nodded, letting June walk over to Elvis to pull him out of the booth. “Just don’t break anything!” He yelled as June pulled Elvis to the piano.

The young woman also had a habit of accidentally breaking shit when she was hammered. For instance, she’d somehow detached some piano keys when she played at his house. That’s how June was banned from ever playing a piano Darren owned ever again.

“You got this!” June winked, giving Elvis a thumbs up as she stood a few feet away from him. The man’s hands grazed over a few keys and hummed, looking around at the bar as they started to gather around the piano.

Elvis looked down at the keys, pursing his lips as he pressed on a few keys. His hands had a mind of their own and they decided on playing an older song but with a little more rhythm and tempo than the original.

Well, that’s alright, mama

That’s alright for you

That’s alright, mama, just anyway you do

Well, that’s alright, that’s alright

That’s alright, mama, anyway you do

Maybe it was a bad idea, letting The Elvis Presley from fifty years ago play the piano and sing a song in front of, at least, a hundred people who all had phones and could film him at any time but June couldn’t find it in herself to care at that moment. Darren sure wasn’t helping, keeping the drinks flowing until he knew when to cut her off. But it was a fun night either way.

Well, mama, she done told me

Papa done told me too

Son, that girl you’re fooling with

She ain’t no good for you

But, that’s alright, that’s alright

That’s alright now, mama, anyway you do

Being tipsy wasn’t the best way to go home, but Darren was there to drive June and Elvis home. He and Elvis talk a little since they were still pretty sober compared to the girl giggling in the back at almost everything they said.

“Thank you, m’sure I wouldn’t’ve known how t’get back here.” Elvis said to Darren after he set June down on her bed. She started snoring on the elevator ride so he practically had to carry her up the stairs to her room.

Darren shrugged and gave him a smile. “No worries. When June wants to have a good time, I know where and when to stop her.” He hummed as he turned to leave, pursing his lips and looked back at the other man. “Just…. Take care of her. She’s like a little sister to me.” Elvis nodded tentatively, watching as the shorter man left.

Elvis sure would try to take care of June just as much–or more–than how she’s taken care of him. He just wasn’t sure how he could return the favor but he’d come up with something, he always did.

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