Made Only For Me

Chapter 3: The Get Away... And Some Trouble

"So... What do you think?" C asked loudly. She would have had to yell but who ever the DJ was, they knew how to keep the music at just the right volume.

Before I answered her, I took a look around to see everything. The walls were a light gray color making the club cozy but yet light, a good combination. The bar was on the left with four bartenders manning it, two men and two women. All the way across from the enterance were booths, most empty as a result from people being on the dance floor. The dance floor and DJ were on the right. The DJ's station was next to the wall facing the dance floor. From where I was standing the DJ looked like a man. The dance floor reminded me of one from the 70's consisting of many different flashing colors. Strobe lights and even a disco ball were on the ceiling. And in between the dance floor and the bar were some tables and their chairs, mostly being used as a place to put peoples drinks while they danced instead of being used in the traditional way.

I turned to C and answered her question from before.

"It's amazing," I replied while looking at all of the bodies on the dance floor. It wasn't like any other club where people were grinding, twerking, or lord knows what else. No. People were dancing and still acting slightly crazy but they weren't completely out of control.

I looked back at C and Michael as they smiled happily, as if knowing that I wouldn't be able to not like this amazing club. At the thought of the club a question formed in my mind.

"What's this place called?" I asked either of them.

"The Get Away." Michael was the one to answer.

"Why?" It was an unusual name for a club.

"That my dear, is something you will learn in the future, not the present. Because right now, in the present, C and I plan on making sure you have an amazing eighteenth birthday." He told me, leaving me to wonder.

Before I could question them some more, they dragged me over to the far side of the bar where one of the male bartenders was cleaning some glasses. Once he saw us, he smiled and asked,"How can I help you ladies... And gentleman?" I didn't miss the look he gave Michael, making him blush not so discreetly.

C laughed and replied with,"I'll take a number 12, she'll take a 15, and he'll have a 23, along with your number." I looked at her and she just gave me a look that said to trust her on this. So I sighed and thought why not while laughing at the look on both the bartenders and Michaels faces at C's comment.

After a couple of minutes the bartender, who's name tag read Ryan, sat three drinks in front of us, all three a different color than the other. C immediately grabbed and gulped half of her green drink down while Mikey took a slow sip of his blue, staring at Ryan. And I was staring at my purple drink with suspicion. I had no idea what the hell it was and I'll admit, I was a bit nervous about finding out.

"Come on Mikey, let's go!" C yelled and grabbed his hand, pulling him to the dance floor. I lost them after a minute as they mingled and disappeared into the mass of bodies, so I went back to starring at my drink, still with the utmost of suspicion.

"You're looking at that drink like it is going to stab you with a knife," a voice came out of no where making me let out a yelp. I looked to my left and saw a somewhat handsome looking man standing where Michael had been.

"I am terribly sorry, I didn't mean to startle you miss..." He trailed off.

"Charlotte. My names Charlotte and you are?" I didn't like him. My gut was telling me not to trust him and I was going to agree with it. There was something about his eyes.

"The names Gerald miss. Gerald Mize," he replied. I wanted him to stop calling me miss. It was bothering me and made me feel like a forty year old single woman who lived with twelve cats in her small and cluttered apartment.