Wrong Beauty

Pt. 2

Patrick: I don't think I've seen your face around here before.

I had honestly been sipping for awhile and my eyes had gotten used to the florescent light. Brandy had slipped my time away. I was feeling pretty warm, this guy approached me with two red cups in each hand.

Abel: Hey.. *smiles hazily*

Patrick: take a cup man.

He sat down next to me comfortably as I took the cup and took a drink of it without hesitation of what it was

Patrick: What's your name?

Abel: it's Abel. I'm just here with a friend.

Patrick: I'm Patrick by the way.

Abel: Ah, you're the guy throwing this thing. Aye man, pretty nice.

Me and Patrick ended up talking for a while and for a guy I had just met at a party, he got me to dance around.

Patrick: Hey, mind me asking about the friend you're with?

Abel: Her name's Jordan, she also came with a chick named-

Patrick: You mean J and Mu?! Those bitches are here. I haven't seen them this whole time.

Abel: Yeah, they went to the bathrooms a while ago. And to be honest I don't even know how long ago that was.

Patrick: well, it's like 11pm now-

I hadn't realized that I'd been there the whole day. I checked my phone but there was nothing left from Jordan.

Abel: hey, Patrick I think I'm gonna call it a night.

Patrick: -So early?

Abel: Yeah man..

Patrick seemed to cling to my arms as I turned to leave.

Patrick: Come on Abel, you should hang here for a while.

He seemed very close and maybe just a little too drunk

Abel: *sigh* Patrick, I'm not like that man.

Patrick: Aw, come on. You don't have to play around, I know.

He was very confident and spoke low and tightened the grip on my arm

Abel: I told you.. I'm not like that.

Patrick: well, come back when you change you're mind *grins*

He finally loosens his grip and I take my leave and call a cab home.

Abel: ...where the hell are they?