Antitrust (Completed)

Part 13: The Mistake

We made it to Part 13 guys!! Enjoy!!

                Tonight was my night. Yes, I was determined to do every crazy thing someone does when they’re completely hung over someone. Drink, party, flirt, the works.

                “Alisha, this is the worst idea you’ve ever had in your life,” Nina said matter-of-factly, rummaging through my closet for a slutty dress.

                “I know Nina, just let me screw up for once, ok?”

                “I’m legitimately scared for you. You’ve only been clubbing once before, and it was with Jay.”

                I glared at her. “So?!”

                “So, you have no experience.”

                “Well, you have to start somewhere right?”

                Nina grabbed my arms and shook me. “YOU’RE BEING INSANE.”

                “I know. But I need this.”

                She sighed. “This is going to end so badly,” she said, before continuing to search my closet for a dress and high heels, while I sorted out makeup palettes and possible hairstyles.

                I picked a short Herve Leger dark navy shift dress that was completely covered in sequins from top to bottom. Nina approved, therefore I was good to go. I paired it with silver Louboutins and subtle silver jewelry, and a lot of perfume. I decided I would keep my hair out, but put some beach hairspray in it to make my hair a little wavier than normal. I was ready.

                Nina dropped me off at the Cube nightclub on Queen’s Street West. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait in line since Nina tipped the suited bouncers a twenty each. I hugged her and went inside.

                The club was all black and gold with metallic finishes. I could barely see anything in the dark, but it was great. The loud music made me feel alive.

                I sat down at the bar and ordered a scotch and soda, pretending to be busy on my phone.

                “Miss, a Cosmopolitan, courtesy of the man in the black jacket,” the bartender said. Bingo.

                I looked over to my left and there he was, around his mid-twenties and ridiculously handsome, staring at me intently to see if I was going to take the drink or not. I took the glass in my hand and sipped a really small amount, as seductively as possible, not taking my eye off of him. He smirked and looked down, a few strands of his brown hair almost reaching the tops of his eyelids.

                He walked over, suave, and stuck out his hand. “Evan.”

                “Nikki,” I said, smiling. “And I hate Cosmos.”

                “Well, that’s a shame, maybe I can make up for it.” he said, dazzling me with his smile. Holy shit.

                Within ten minutes of talking, we were on the dance floor and had already downed five shots each. I was having a blast, probably because I had no idea what was going on.

                “EVAN I’LL BE RIGHT BACK,” I screamed over the obnoxiously loud music. He nodded.

                I staggered to the bathroom, trying to keep my balance in my six inch-tall heels, and splashed my face with water, instantly feeling better. I took out my phone and saw a message from Nina: is everything okay? Oh Nina, always worrying.