The bass shook through my chest; I coughed but it was only the music that reverberated. After everything with Jack I knew I should be trying to talk to Jane but for now I was putting it to the back of my mind. The vodka burned in the back of my throat just as the track changed; another cheesy piece of shit that would be forgotten in a fortnight. Diego's arms caught around my waist as he tried to whisper some slurred message into my ear, but to be honest I really wasn't interested. I think he knew it too. The details all seem so foggy, so unclear considering I told myself to remember them repeatedly.
The shit neon lights cast shadows in every pasty face in the place, no one stood out but I had come to forget so I was determined to find someone. Looking back on that night now, it seems almost dream-like. I moved down the narrow staircase with my cigarette already in my hand. Faceless hands grasped out from dark corners grabbing my arms and neck. Drag queens laughed with flamboyant queers, shooting dagger sharp looks towards me. I laughed as I walked. Some butch girl grabbed my ass and looked offended when her friend licked my ear. I should have slapped them both, but to be honest I just wanted to get outside. The sweat-thick air was suffocating and I needed to talk. Nothing in particular was on my mind but the silence in my mouth was killing me.
I sparked up and stood by the nearest wall; the cold brick was reassuring. Checking my phone for the hundredth time that night, I tried my hardest to remain subtle as I checked out every fucker in the area. The usual clique gay types surrounded the tables, but it was the quiet girl in the corner that caught my attention. She looked lost in thought, and, whether it was curiosity or concern, I wanted to know what was on her mind. Still, I was never going to just walk up to her. Even then I was still quite shy. I stole glances at her every now and then, just to make sure she was still there.
Diego strolled out with some blonde girl. She had tried to kiss me in the bathrooms about ten minutes before and was constantly trying to make conversation with me. Every time she opened her mouth she would find an excuse to touch me. Her voice was fucking irritating; high pitched and heavily laced with Daddy's money. Why the fuck do I keep hanging out with people like this? I let her words shoot past me as I watched quiet girl stand to go back into the club. Did she just laugh at me? She wandered idly past and grinned at me with a knowing look. I had to have imagined that.
I was so confused. What had actually just happened? I waited for Diego and whatsherface to finish their smokes before making a beeline to the door. Fuck being shy, I was going to find out what just went on.
The club was even more packed when we went back in, if that was even possible. The music had picked up speed and as if by rule, the faster the beat the less clothing was worn. Glistening skin surrounded me, and for once I had absolutely no interest in any of it. If I was going to get to the bottom of what quiet girl was laughing at, I was going to need a lot more alcohol in my system. Diego must have read my mind. One of the benefits of having a friend that is 6'5 is that it is almost impossible to ignore him at the bar. It was on. 10 shots and a minute to drink them. My gag reflex should have kicked in after the third but I drowned that fucker in so much Tequila that I swear it went into hiding. Cheers erupted from the skinny after work crowd behind us. The only girl from the group smiled at me - It was a shame she had such bad teeth, really.
Right. I had to find quiet girl and get some information. Diego had other ideas though; he grabbed hold of my elbow and dragged me to the dance floor. Blonde whatsherface tried her hardest to keep up too; her little legs were a blur. I couldn't help from laughing at the look on her face as she tried her hardest to get in between us. Diego held on to my hips and we started grinding to whatever shite was playing. Anyone looking on would have pegged us as anything more than just two very good friends. I think the fact that both of us were looking over the other's shoulder, (or at least under his arm) at whatever talent we had our eye on, was giving our game away though.
Blonde whatsherface started to pout after two songs of not being included. Usually, at this point, one of us had to take one for the team. I think Diego had cottoned on to the fact that she wasn't a fan of the cock though, so he went to dance with some Polish chick that he had been eyeing up. I was left to deal with the brat. She's kind of cute, I suppose.. Fuck it. I gave the girl a pity dance. I can be quite the actress apparently, she believed every bump was my confessions of lust. Not a fucking chance. I was way too sober for this shit.
The music slowed back down again. I motioned to the bar and she followed.. unfortunately. Diego was 'entertaining' the Polish chick in the seating area so I'd have to get my own drinks this time. A small tug on my shirt and a smile at the cute barmaid and I was making my order.
"What can I get you, Kerri?"
What the fuck.. she knows my name?!
I must have looked like a total retard getting those drinks. There was no way I could physically hide that much confusion from my face. She smiled at me as she handed me my drinks (and one for the brat) and just as I went to walk away, she grabbed my hand. Digits.
Without even trying, heh.
I had barely clocked the number on my hand before the blonde brat was climbing on some poor closet gay boy trying to get over the bar to hit her. (In these situations it's best to wait before you laugh.) I almost died laughing. Honestly, I tried to pull her off, but I could barely breathe for laughing so hard. The barmaid (who I would later get to know as Tess) was laughing too though, so I didn't feel too guilty.
Tess had it all under control , she had the powerhouse barman come lift her back out to the crowd without much effort, and winked at me. I want to say she made the "call me" gesture with her hand too, but that could just be my imagination. I felt sort of bad so I followed the brat into the bathroom. The anti heroin lights make me feel kind of sick so I try to avoid the bathrooms as much as possible. If I was making this story up from scratch I'd say that it was just the two of us in there and we had a quiet chat. I'm not. The bathroom was full of screaming fag hags and clucking bulldykes. Brat was standing in line for a cubicle sobbing. It was one of the more surreal things I've seen.
I slid past two women that were dry humping each other on the sinks and smiled nicely at bratgirl. She scowled at me and lifted her hand to slap me. Not on my watch, sweetheart. I grabbed her wrist, threatening her in a non threatening manner - however it is that you do that. Every lesbian in that room turned and looked at me like I had just shot their mother in the face. Why couldn't I have been straight? Then, she said it. The phrase that gets thrown at me from all directions and I hate hearing -
"You have no idea how long I have wanted this."
I lost my temper a little.
"Wanted fucking what?! I only met you an hour ago, for fuck sake!"
"You don't honestly believe someone like you can walk into this place and not get recognised, do you?"
"Well, actually, yeah, I fucking do. Are you on drugs or some shit?"
"I guarantee at least 80% of the women in this room know who you are and I can bet at least 50% of them want to fuck you because of it."
Apparently the bratgirl was a fucking mathematician. I looked around at the 25 or so other women in the room as they idly tried to pretend like they hadn't overheard our screaming conversation. I must have looked lost. One of the dry humpers stopped to turn and look at me. She bit her lip and grinned at her partner.
Oh.My.God.
Everything from the past two hours was starting to make sense. I had actually gained a reputation. I had joined the allegiances of every asshole I had spent the last 5 months of my life trying to avoid. Every time I walked into that club I made an effort to ignore every over inflated ego in the place. Thrill of the chase. I was one of them?!
This.. is.. fucked. In the most awesome form of the expression. I had actually been that naive to think that all of the attention that was thrown at me was merely the norm. I had no idea that every time someone smiled at me it was some sort of ice breaker to get me in bed. Jesus, I had even made a comment to Jack about how friendly the people in here were. I took his laughter for a reaction to me stating the obvious when, really, it was me being completely fucking oblivious.
I was snapped back to reality by bratgirl clinging to me. She was trying to push me backwards into a cubicle to the total shock and amusement to everyone else in the room. The plastic walls were disgusting; this girl had another thing coming if she thought I was going to fuck her in here - anywhere, for that matter. I couldn't formulate a plan quick enough. She had the door locked behind us before I even had time to catch my breath.
"Kerri...?"
Oh thank fuck. I pushed out past her to a waiting Diego. Some butch girl looked completely offended by his presence.
"Oh, shut the fuck up.. you're more of a man than I'll ever be!"
I was still laughing when he grabbed my arm and dragged me straight through the club to leave. I caught Tess pointing and giggling just as the door closed behind me and the cold rain hit me like a ton of fucking bricks.
"Listen, we need to get the fuck out of here."
Diego looked a little shocked and frightened. I was only noticing just how bad it was when a giant Polish man emerged from the door. He must have been 7 feet tall, and wore all black. His arms bulged out from his suit jacket. He was fucking huge.
"Let me guess...."
"Exactly! Now can we fucking run, please?"
I kissed Diego's cheek before making a dash down the surprisingly busy 2am street. He held my hand and pulled me along behind him before the boyfriend of the girl, he had just been fucking in the toilet, caught us. Again, it's best not to laugh in these situations, but the adrenalin, not to mention alcohol, was rushing through me and I felt invincible.
"I didn't interrupt anything did I..?"
We were breathlessly crouching behind a cop car; the foggy clouds swirling in front of our faces, rapidly. I was going to ask Diego if he knew anything about this whole reputation thing but I thought twice and kept it for another time. I was going to tell him he had done me a favour by coming in when he did too, but the words just weren't there.
"Give me your jacket and I'll forgive you.."
Everything else could wait.
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