Faster Than Your Bullets

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

This is alive.

The light, the music, the drinks and the people! A disco ball is hanging from the ceiling, slowly revolving and shining different shades. An unknown other source of light is flashing neon across the room, painting the people in its way a bright gold color, making girls' long hair sparkles when they jump up and down with their partners. Opposite to the stage where sit a DJ jerking his head violently to the beats there are sets of table and chairs placed in front of a long table bearing all kinds of fancy food (e.g: a freaking chocolate fountain) where people who weary of dancing are chattering, swaying or rocking slightly to the booming music, red plastic cups in their hands, their face and hair and little illuminated by the changing lights. I can see partly in the next room, usual and unusual party games are being held, each of the players seems to be wearing a bundle of sparkling jewelry, which after a few second I found being handed out by a big dude in front of the threshold to the room. And from my quick observation, it seems like it has a disco ball of itself, also spinning and illuminating anything that comes in the light's way, making the jewelries reflecting brighter than ever.

I take one deep breath like I always do when entering a party. It's just a weird hobby. The scenario smells of alcohol and sweats, disgusting but also strangely fun. Excitement is rushing in my veins so furiously that I can hear it rustling in my ears. I look around and spot Peter near the DJ, dancing away with a random blonde. Ha! Fucking Scarlett wouldn't be too happy if she saw that! All at a sudden, the event in which Peter ditched me at the parking lot voluntary slips out of my mind, along with the fact that I should still be mad at him.

I start to move toward Peter, completely forgotten about Drew until he yanks my arm.

"Don't abandon me." He says in a low, panicked voice in my ears. Poor anti-social baby. I sigh heavily, though inaudible through the blaring noise.

"Fine." I say loudly to overcome the noise. "I'll find some losers for you to hang out with." but when I start leading him the opposite direction, he yanks my arm again.

"What?" I snap. Insufferable it is when a little piece of poo keeps preventing you from your rightful fun.

"It's not the losers I want to hang out with." He shouts through the music, looking weary. "I want to talk to your friends." He jerks his head in the direction of Peter, who is oblivious to everything but the blonde he's dancing with.

I stare at him in disbelief. "Are you mental? No way I'm gonna let myself be seen with you."

But he just smiles jeeringly.

"It's not up to you to decide."

After throwing my arms up in frustration and apply a selection of swear words at him, I give in and let him follow me, enduring the complacency written all over his face.

"Peter!" I tap on his shoulder and almost have an elbow in my mouth as he swings his arm backward. The blonde looks at me and seems to think I'm another enraged girlfriend of the night. Her expression changes and she quickly threads away.

Peter turns around, obviously attempting to tell the person interrupting him off then realizes it is me. His face immediately brakes into a goofy grin and he pulls me into an embrace.

"Where's your girlfriend?" I shout over the music. He shrugs, looking around as if looking for her, too.

"Dunno. Said her feet were aching." And then he narrows his eyes at me, a victorious smile spreading on his lips. "Talking to me again, aren't ya?"