Human Nature

01

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Let me help you with that!" I met eyes with a tall girl, who appeared to have dirty blonde hair and really captivating brown eyes. She rushed back to the bar,  watching the relatively young bartender hand her napkins.

"Here you go. I'm so sorry about that. I'm Charlotte, let me buy you a drink!" She said while handing me the napkins, watching me wipe what seemed to be vodka.

Not one to refuse a free drink, especially from a bar that looked somewhat expensive, I nodded.
"Sure, I'm Geneviève."

Scanning the area for cops, I followed her to the bar area.

I feel completely underdressed.  Everyone in the club was wearing clothes that seemed more expensive than my rent.  Wishing I had at least wore more than a plain shirt, I stood at the bar in a loose-fitting band tee and baggy jeans, and dirty Converse, not thinking I'd wind up in a club for rich men.

"So tell me," Charlotte started, hands folded on the cold marble countertop. "Who are you hiding from?"

Picking my head up from looking down from my hands, I looked back at her. Expression stating the obvious. "What?"

"Well, you walked in here out of breath, looking like you had no idea where the hell you are. So, what happened?"

Taking a break from staring into her eyes, I looked away and at the menu of drinks offered above. Trying to hide my wide eyes and shocked face. "Oh no, I wasn't hiding from someone. I- I just had a hard time with the crowd outside. You know with the shoving and drunk guys talking shit and-"

As if an angel was sent to shut me up from talking, the bartender appeared. "What can I get you?"

"I'll have an Old Fashioned, " I said quickly, wasting no time ordering, to then get the hell out of this conversation, fearing if she found out she'll have me kicked out.   "And I'll have a vodka tonic please." She finished.

The bartender nodded whilst tapping the counter. How did he get this job? He looked no older than 19, I mean I could be wrong.  Everyone in the bar seemed to be older now that I observed the room. Except for the group of guys in the far corner.

"Geneviève."

"Oh yeah, sorry. What happened?"  I responded quickly, not knowing how long she was calling my name.

"I said it was good talking to you. Here's my number if you want it, send a text when you're.. less distracted." After handing me a small napkin with her number written on it, she began to walk away towards what seemed as the VIP seating. Sitting down next to a man who looked a few years older, she leaned towards his ear. Not long after, he met my eyes and laughed. Bitch.

Chugging the rest of my drink, I made my way to one of the tables in the back. Feeling the soreness on my heels, I slumped down in the chair, looking up towards the ceiling observing the odd choice for a light fixture.

Soon enough my gaze was shifted towards, the snickering and subtle cursing.

I turned to see the back of a tall waiter, talking to no other than the group of guys. Did they move closer to me?

"Sorry sir, you can't smoke that in here. Please throw it away or I will have to call security to escort you out." Said the waiter, his tone shaky but relatively stern.

"Throw it away! Are you joking? This is a perfectly good blunt and no way in hell am I wasting perfectly good weed, I paid good money shit!"

Was he Irish?  I turned to peer over the tall man, to see a blond guy holding an already lit blunt in the waiter's face. While continuing to watch the small dispute between the two men. Smiling, I shifted my gaze when feeling a pair of eyes on me.  Smiling right back at me was another guy I hadn't seen at the table before. He chuckled lightly before raising his eyebrows quickly as if saying "check him out ".

I looked back to the blonde who was now complaining to the waiter about the rest of the people in the bar who were smoking, cigarettes and cigars.  The argument began to elevate when he snatched the blunt from the blonde's mouth. He didn't hesitate to react when he took the joint and shoved it in the waiter's mouth. Immediately he pulled out the microphone from his earpiece, fulfilling his promises, and calling security.  They all quickly tried to get out of the booth, hesitating when realizing the waiter was blocking them with his own body and the cart containing drinks.

Without stalling, I stood up and tapped the man on his shoulder.

"Hey, sexy! Can you show me where the ladies' room is?" I slurred, pretending to be drunk, knowing the lingering smell of vodka on me wouldn't give my act away, but make it more believable. I cupped my mouth and spoke in a tone that was too loud to be a whisper and way too obnoxious to be my actual voice.

"I have to touch up and this bra is being a bitch." Hating as this was my only option, I shifted my top and bra, watching, as expected, his eyes trail down my face to my chest. Lord have mercy.

Moving my eyes back towards the table, I signaled them to go behind the waiter and leave. Watching them all look at each other with shocked eyes quickly before shifting in their seats as quietly as possible before full-on sprinting toward the back exit of the club.

"Wha- Hey no come back!" He said watching them weave through the tables and through the crowd dancing, before turning back to me.  "What the hell is wrong with you!"

I grabbed the joint that, shockingly, was still between his lips. "Thanks, sexy!" I quickly turned to, like the guys, find my way through to the back door.

While moving my way throughout the crowd I saw the same pair of eyes from before, on mine. Standing at the exit door, he nodded and mouthed a quick thank you."Harry, let's go, man!"

And just like that, he was off.

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- adri