Black Cat Origins

Chapter 8

The beat was strong and it travelled all the way from the bouncers who let her in into the club below. Colours of the room and furniture were instiguishable through the flashing lights of red, blue, yellow and purple. The three girls got past the bouncers with a flutter of eyes and knowing the staff, thus, they were soon downstairs finding thier respectiveable partners. Ryan was stood in the middle, phone out, about to finish his fifth text to Felicia as the other men clustered round him chatting loudly so they could be heard. One guy noticed the girls first, and yelled thier arrival to the rest of them, leaving Ryan to cancel his text to his girlfriend as she appeared by his arm. "I text you loads! I thought you guys were going to be here an hour earlier!" He looked angry, but she did not notice. "They changed thier make-up millions of times.. Lighten up Ryan!" She giggled, nudging him, thus bringing his attention to her outfit. 

"What the hell are you wearing! Men are staring at you!" He never failed to bring up this topic with her on numerous occasions, thus leaving his girlfriend very confused, but understanding. Maybe for the wrong reasons, but she thought he just wanted her to show skin off only for him. She looked down at her outfit. Maybe it was a tad revealing. "Sandra and Abi wanted me to wear it.. Don't be mad.. It was intended for you." "Well.. Men are staring at you. I don't like it." "Ryan.. Please.. It's for you and only for you." "Yeah.. Right.." She looked crestfallen at his dissmive tones. Why did he not understand that it was for ONLY him? She was not looking at anyone else. Just him. She turned to the bar and ordered a glass of cola and a beer for her boyfriend. The drinks came and she nudged the bottle to him. "Peace offering?" She asked, bearing her big emerald eyes on him. He merely looked down and took the bottle, not even saying thank you. Was he going to be like this all night? She wondered, taking a sip of her drink. She was soon dragged away from the drink by her girlfriends, who wanted to dance. 

Ryan looked down at the drink she had left, knowing she would trust him with the beverage. Oh, how wrong she was. His thoughts churned through his mind, how much he wanted her. Why would she spur his advances? They were meant to be together. Why would she not let them!? Well.. He was going to make them be together. He hoped this situation would crop up tonight, her leaving her drink with him, as she always did when whatever thier names were dragged her away to dance. That damn tight dress.. Men were looking and he never wanted that. He digressed before turning his attentuions back to the task at hand. The other men were laughing at someone or something, he did not care, he took the chance. Slipping a hand into his suit trousers, pulling out a small bag, opening it, and tipping the contents into her drink. Small bubbles flittered to the surface of the drink before simmering down, leaving the usual fizzyness to the drink to continue. He smirked. He would give her a reason to not wear revealing clothes like that ever again. The song ended and the girls came back, Felicia smiled at her boyfriend who was now holding her drink for her. "Thanks hun, that song was damn fast.." She almost downed the contents of the glass, before she took breath, not realising anything amiss with her beverage, or her boyfriends sudden interest with her again. She finished the drink and placed it down. Ryan instantly got her another, this time with a little shot of Vodka to keep up the image she was going to be like later. She had to smell like she had been drinking otherwise this was not going to work. "Vodka?" She asked, sniffing the drink. "Ryan.. I don't really drink.." "It's just the one FeeFee, darling.." She smiled and sipped at the beverage. If it was only the one...