Emotional Boys 2000

11

A.N. This is 3,000+ words and is full of the spicy, the drama, the tension, oh baby, it's got it all, so put on your seat belts bitches!

The moments in the limo aren't ones I feel necessary to dwell on.

We fucked, nothing particularly special happened during it.

I'm just interested to see what happens when the drugs and alcohol come into play... for all of us.

"Aye girl! What you think of the show?" Proof asks me, pulling an arm around me once we get to their booth.

They've got themselves a huge secluded booth in one of the corners of the club, giving them enough privacy from the rest of the people around.

The dance floor is huge, so is the DJ's table, the bar, fuck, this club is huge.

I've been here before though, how could I not have?

It's Paradise. Literally. That's the name of the place. Paradise club.

"It was amazing, best concert I've ever been to!" I say this like it's a major compliment, in reality, it's the only concert I've been too. However, I'm shit at formulating effective compliments, so that's what I come up with at the drop of a hat.

Proof releases his arm from me, patting me on the back before slipping back into the booth. Marshall follows in with him, instantly starting to talk to his friends, not really encouraging me to take a seat with him, so I don't do so.

The idea of it makes me weirdly uncomfortable.

I need to get myself a drink... I'm gonna go do that...

I've got to take the edge off this moment, the entire night so far has been so tense.

I pretend to check the contents of my purse, making sure I have something to do while eyeing the guys in the booth. Marshall seems immersed enough in the conversation that I can sneak away and find Harris. I'll hang out with him. All Marshall has done is invite me here, sure the leading events have been intense, but I'm in no way required to stay at his side. In fact, I feel that if I do, I'll probably loose my mind, I need to get drunk, calm down, relax the fuck out.

"You gonna sit?" Marshall asks me suddenly, making me feel incredibly awkward as I look down at him and the guys.

"Uh- I'm gonna go get a drink first" I explain, hoping it ties him over.

I feel like driving my fist into something.

I don't like feeling like I've got to plot my every next move and this stage with Marshall feels like that. We're fighting for the position as the dominant one right now, so every word counts, every action. I've kept my own, arguably winning right now, but I'm in the mood to take a break from it for a couple hours.

I've only made it a couple of feet, still in view of Marshall when I'm interrupted.

"Domitia, you ok?" Harris's voice suddenly sounds in my ear, making me turn to him, suddenly appearing right next to me with a J&B on the rocks, shoving it into my hold.

My eyes go from the drink to Harris to Marshall without making it too obvious.

He is probably seething already. He passes Harris an annoyed glance before resuming to keep his attention on his friends. Good.