Josie is a sales associate by day and a lollipop-sucking hacker by night. She likes to stay in and feel the keys underneath her fingertips. When she decides to grace her friends at a club, she stumbles across a man who seems to send every part of he...
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Despite the sea of people around me, I walk carefully to avoid tripping over my two feet. I should be home on my computer coding, amongst other things. But no, I'm in this new club Arrival with my best friend, Lynn. A few weeks ago, the club opened its doors to people who have more money than they know what to do with. Don't get me started on the fuck me heels Lynn pressured me into wearing with the backless red dress.
Arrival's interior is dripping with expensive decor. I bet one of the vases here costs more than a hundred grand. Lynn picks up her pace as we near our table. Our group of friends is already popping bottles, and the effects of alcohol are already sinking in for some of them. Keyshia and Lisa are making out, and those two hate each other. I guess they actually like each other because true intentions start showing when the liquor is flowing.
"I didn't think you girls were going to make it," Harold says as we approach the table.
Lynn gives me a side-eye. "Someone was being a brat.
"Didn't want to separate from her computer." He teases, handing us a shot glass.
Harold is a handsome guy if you're into the whole cookie-cutter type. At six foot one and with the number of muscles he has, I would have thought he would be edgier. Not the let's watch the office and drink hot cocoa kind of guy. Harold is a nice guy, dont get me wrong, but he wasn't the type of guy I'm into.
"I wouldn't go as far as calling me a brat. I just preferred to stay in tonight, that's all." With the shot in my hand, I down it in one go. I will monitor my liquor intake tonight because everything here is expensive, and I can not afford to pay anything back if I break it. The last thing I need is for my mother to go on another rampage. We are barely getting by as it is. My father left us a few years ago, taking everything and leaving my mother in shambles.
"Hey," Lynn plucks my nose. "Head out the clouds," she hands me another shot glass, and I shake my head no. She pouts, letting me know it will be the last one, but I know my best friend, and I know it's a lie. I, however, dont want to deal with a disagreement right now.
"So Josie, how's work going?" Orion, a friend of Harold's, leans in a little too close, and I step back slightly. Can he just ask the question without getting all up in my personal space? Is that so hard for guys not to do?
"It's going as good as any retail job." I smile, turning my attention to the dance floor. It's not too crowded, and I want to dance before it does. "If you will exc—"
"Let's dance." Lynn links her arm with mine, downing yet another shot. I smile at Orion as Lynn drags me onto the dance floor. "You owe me another shot for saving you." She winks.
"I didn't need saving." I start to sway to the beat of the music. "I could have handled him."
"You say that every time." She places her hands on my hips, pulling me closer. Our bodies sway from side to side. We chat a little more about everything and nothing as we dance. Now, the dance floor is starting to fill up, and the men in our proximity are sizing us up. I need more drinks to have disgusting men stare at me this way; even if I did have enough, I still wouldn't want it.
