After Dusk

Chapter 9

Entering Magic we were slapped across the face with the amount the money in this place. Every corner of the club was covered in some type of crystals and lights. There were people everywhere dancing, talking drinking but all of these people were dressed nicely without a gaser in sight which was such a relief.

"Common wasn't able to reserve a booth so we are hitting the bar," explained Kiara pointing at the good amount of booths on the sides of the club next to the dance floor.

"First round on me," I said and turned to call the bartender "I'll have a vodka red bull and she will have a Fireball."

"Comming up. Should I keep the tab open?" he asked.

"Yea thank you."

"So what guy do like?" asked Kiara immediately as I turned back towards her. "Wha- We haven't even been here for five minutes."

"Well the faster we find some guys the faster they will pay for our drinks," stated Kiara observing the club.

"Ok we can do that but first," I said picking up our drinks the bartender just put down and pushed one in Kiara's hand, "let's have our first round cheers." Clinking our glasses together I drowned everything down and called for another round.

"Only one round my ass."

"Desperate times require desperate solutions."

"That is why I'm finding you a good guy to dick you down tonight. An all-natural solution for all your problems and stress." grinned Kiara towards me. "So I'm looking for a guy with black or brown hair and brown eyes."

"He doesn't have to look like that."

"Yea but 95% of your previous crushes looked like that."

"I won't argue with that."

"Of course, you can't because I speak only the truth. Common let's go dance maybe I will have better luck seeing someone there."

"Yea sure," I said drowning the second drink and getting up exactly as Tri čaše started playing. Both of us pushed through to the centre of the floor next to some other girls who were screaming the lyrics as well. The moment they spotted us they started dancing and singing with us like we knew each other for years.

"Hey," said one of the girls in a beautiful green dress that complemented her eyes, "there is some hot guy behind you that has been staring at you since you came onto the dance floor."

Turning around I was trying to find who was she talking about. She moved closer to me and pointed in the direction of one of the VIP booths in the corner of the club. "He's wearing black jeans and a rolled-up white dress shirt. Finally finding the person she was talking about I locked gazes with non-other than Gvardiol. He was sitting in the booth with some people I couldn't recognize and a drink in his hand.

Rolling my eyes I turned back to the girls who were still dancing and decided after that interaction I'm still too sober. "I'm going to go to the bar real quick to grab another drink I'll be back quickly."

"What about the hot guy checking you out, not your type?" asked the girl in the green dress.

"I actually know him and he's an absolute cooky asshole that can all I care choke," I answered she nodded understandingly. "I know a good amount of those so I understand you."

Getting to the bar the seats where Kiara and I sat first were occupied so I found an open seat between a couple and some guy.

"Excuse me is this seat occupied?" I asked the guy sitting there. Wow, I would get on my knees no questions asked were the first thoughts that came to my mind when he turned towards me. He had short dirty blond hair and brown eyes and was wearing a shirt that was way too small for him. The guy gas better titties than me damn.