Dancing with the Devil

Club Things

Florence's pov--
Another day goes by, eating icecream for breakfast with a spoon full of Nutella for protein, accompanied with a cup of earl grey tea with 2 spoons of sugar, then off to work I go.
I made my way to the subway station in Danforth. A small area in the Greater Toronto Area (gta).
I readjusted my pleated black American apparel skirt and pulled up my black knee socks as I quickly scanned my presto card and hopped on the subway.
It was extremely hot on the subway today, it was cramped as usual, everyone heading to work like me.
I shifted in my black fuzzy cropped jumped and grabbed onto a handle on the ceiling as the subway jerked through its route.
My subway ride was around 25 minutes since I had to head east to younge and Dundas, where my job was in downtown Toronto.
I worked at Urban outfitters, it wasn't a terrible job, if you enjoyed selling overly priced hipster clothing and vinyls. I liked it sometimes and the people I worked with were nice enough.
First off, let me start off: My name is Florence cesk.. Yes like the word 'desk' but with a C. My mum is English while my dad is Romanian, my dad however, died when I was 13 in a car accident, and that hit me hard I suppose since I was a daddy's girl.
My mum raised me from there on, we moved from Sheffield all the way to Danforth where I went to high school, and developed in my teen years.
From high school, I went to go to Ryerson university for fashion design and singing. My mum told me not to go into the arts because that's not where the money is, but I did anyways, and a year after graduating, I don't have a job in the industry, I only have a part time job at Urban outfitters, like I mentioned before.
I still live in danforth, but with my best friend Irina, a Russian goddess in my opinion.Shes been helping me out considering her parents are loaded and she works at Luis Vuitton, she's also been helping me out a lot with my breakup which happened a month ago, with my ex boyfriend chad (even sounds like a fuckboy name, I know) we had been dating for around 3 months but apparently we weren't even dating..well that's what he said.
To cut the story short, I fell in love with him, but he was under the impression that we were only friends with benefits..douchey right? well he left me for some bitch named Renee and now I'm alone.

Anyways, back to the present.
I quickly adjusted my makeup in the faculty bathroom and looked in the mirror.
I fixed my small septum hoop in my nose and touselled my jet black hair with a sigh.
"Good enough" I groaned as I took one last look at my fair skin and pale green eyes in the mirror.
The shift went slow, and all that they played was the boring hipster music playlist that plays everyday.
"Flor, put on some of your music, I'm dying right now" shemar whispered in my ear while chewing on some Nicorete gum.
shemar was one of my favourite people in the world, he was a sassy dark skin boy with a massive sense of fashion. His asperations in life were to be a 'fashion killer like ASAP rocky'...his words not mine.
"Alright" I snickered while sneaking my way over to the stereo in the back room where I hooked my IPHONE in.
'Scheming up' by drake began blaring through the speakers and I could already see shemar bouncing his head to the tune.
"I said topszn, is that a bad thing, I said i don't know, are you a bad ting" shemar sang along and we both stood by the cash, chatting and rapping a long to some drizzy.
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My shift finally ended and I unplugged my phone and grabbed my things and said goodbye to my co-workers.
"Yo flor, me you and that thot friend of yours Irina are going out tonight with the boys, ok?"
Shemar always tried to get me to go out with him and his 'boys' but I sure he just wanted to meet up with Irina.
He always called her a 'baddie' and it made me and Irina both laugh.
"Not tonight" I chuckled as I walked out the door, with him following me in his Ralph Lauren jacket.
"You are, my homies want to meet you."
I couldn't help but smirk, The way Shemar described his homies made my life, they sounded like a dope bunch of people but I was tired and in the mood for some sloppy romance movies.
"Cant, I'm busy" I lied blatantly, getting his high pitch obnoxious laugh in return.
"No you're not" Shem always saw through my lies.
"Well I don't want to go" I pouted while lighting up a Belmont.
"Oh come on flor, I'm trying to quit, don't be a bitch" Shem whined as I took a drag, filling my lungs up with smoke, and exhaled in his face.
"I'm testing you" I joked while taking another deep drag out of my Belmont.
He mumbled swear words under his breath making me chuckle.
"Alright well I'll see you tonight with Irina, later"
I laughed.
"No you won't but laters, keep chewing that gum" he flipped me off as he walked into the eaton centre.
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I plopped myself on the couch after eating a large bowl of Kraft dinner.
I looked at my phone to see it was 8;00 and that I had a text from shemar;

Shem; I'm with the boys, come on, don't be a pussy.

Florence: I really feel like watching the notebook though😂

Before I could see if I got a text back, I felt arms grab my shoulders and drag me into my room.
"We are going out weather you like it or not" Irina stood infront of me, her hair was very columized and her boobs hung out of the tight black dress she wore.
Irina was gorgeous, she had golden skin and full lips, thin, like a model and bright blue eyes.
Me on the other hand..
"Flor you have to show off the gifts god gave you" she giggled while pointing at my ass and boobs.
"Or rather the gifts your mother gave you" she corrected herself.."she was blessed being a curvy white girl and she gave you that gene so quit being a pussy and get ready."
I couldn't help but laugh at her as I looked through my closet.
"This" she pulled out a short tight backless red dress.
"No" I pushed it away and kept looking.
"Nope put it on"
After a few minutes of persuasion, I was finally in the dress, it was very body hugging, but made me look paper white.
"Damn, you are a thick white chick." Irina murmured while handing me some red lipstick.
"Red on red, nah" I walked over to my mirror and did my makeup, with some signature Kylie Jenner lips and some simple winged eyeliner.
I'll admit I didn't look terrible.
"Now come on" she said while grabbing my arm and touselling my waist length black wavy hair so that it looked kind of good, in a messy way.
"I'm going to regret this" I mumbled under my breath as we made out way to main street to grab a cab.
Irina told the address and once we got there, we saw a massive line.
It was some club in Toronto that I had heard of, but never been too, on account of the fact that is was expensive as fuck.
I saw a fancy car pull in front of the line and a few men walked out and cut the line, going straight inside, but my attention wasn't on them, it was on irina and who she was on the phone with.
"Yeah we are here, you guys inside? we are in line."
"I can try cut"
"I don't know I don't want to get kicked or anything"
"Fine I'll try"
She hung up and before I could as who it was, she grabbed my hand again and dragged me to the front of the line near a big tall bouncer.
"My friend Shem said you could get us in?" Her voice sounded a bit shakey, but also her usual confident self.
"Oh yeah, let me ask cutie"
He spoke into his wire and a few minutes later, we got in the club after showing our ID.
"Shemar knows the bouncer?" I questioned.
"Apparently" she laughed, letting out a snort.
I always loved when Irina snorted when she laughed, because it made me laugh.
"I see Shem and his crew" I spotted a group of people sitting around a circle table in the VIP section.
"How the fuck are they VIP" I questioned while we made out way over.
"Maybe he knows the owner?" Irina shook her head, looking about as confused as me.
We both made our way to the table, lots of the guys looked faded already.
Jackson, one of shems more lightskin friend, was smoking a blunt while giggling happily to himself.
I saw Shem sipping on some lean.
I honestly wondered how he had the money for this shit.
"Damn, you are both looking hot as fuck fam" he wrapped both his arms around us while giving us a winning smile.
"Boys, this is Irina and this is Florence" he yelled over the music.
Most nodded or gave a friendly smile or a wink.
"How you doin flor" Jackson came up to me and wrapped both his arms around my waist.
His eyes were half closed and I could smell the weed on his breath.
"I'm fine jackson, how are you" I played everything off casually as he adjusted his OVO crew neck.
"Good, good, you are looking fine tonight" he mumbled while fixing his Toronto raptors snapback.
"Thanks, so are you aside from the fact that ican barely see your eyes" I giggled, feeling redness flush to my cheeks.
Jackson let out a breathy laugh as he grabbed the blunt and handed it to me.
I'll be honest, I'm not a fan of the whole drug thing, but I didn't mind a few hits of kush once in a while.
I breathed it in, it was strong and I held it in my lungs as I scanned the club.
I let out the smoke and felt an itch in my throat which sent me into a fit of coughing, right as I got eye contact with him.
I recognized his hair.
I quickly cleared my throat, as I saw him laughing to himself from the other side of the room, still maintaining eye contact.
His pearly teeth glowing in the lights even from across the room.
I looked away for a second and when I looked back he was gone, but I was sure I had seen him before, I just didn't know where.
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