Rena: Code 143

2.9

  I could hear the music from outside the club. The words not penetrating through the building, but the bass was. Despite the night air, it wasn't cold outside as Wren and I walked in our heels. Towards the doors that had a line and guards posted outside. Soon as we reached the post, Wren grabbed my hand and had us skipping the line to one of the guards. She spoke to them while the surrounding strangers complained. Sometimes I forgot Wren was an outgoing person who knew people. The guard let us in with a nod and we grinned at each other.

Instantly, I felt warm air and the strobe lights brightened the dark room. It seemed to be more than a few dozen in the club tonight, and plenty more that I couldn't count. The place was big with an upstairs area that was for VIPs, lounges on both sides that were closed off unless you paid for them, and a large bar that we were heading to. My heels clacked along the floor as I followed Wren. Moving past people who were either drinking or dancing.

Once there, Wren ordered us two shots of Hennesy, our turn-up drink. I sat down on an empty seat while waiting for it. In no time soon, the bartender handed us our shots to which Wren and I clinked glasses and then threw them back.

"Whew!" Exclaimed Wren. I held back a wince as the alcohol reached the back of my throat. Hennesy had a little bite to it. We ordered four more shots before I took her handed and headed to the dance floor. The Dj seemed to be doing a good job tonight as he was playing the most popular songs. Wren and I started moving our bodies to the music. Reaching my hands up towards the sky as I shuffled left to right, front to back. Feeling the beat, a lazy smile appeared on my face.

I had forgotten how much fun it was to dance. To lose myself in the moment and let go of my inhibitions. Sweat formed on my brow as I exercised my body. I didn't know how much time had passed or how many songs I had heard. But I had to give Wren credit. This was a good idea. Currently, Wren and I were dancing back to back, moving our waists as a small crowd formed around us. Years ago, I used to thrive on moments such as these. Feeling the eyes of every stranger while I closed my eyes and let my body move. I didn't know it at the time, but my body was hypnotic and sexy. I was skinny, with a flat stomach, perky breasts, and a nice ass to go with it.

Now I was too thin with nothing to show for it.

Except for Kenny. Then again, I might not be skinny after all since he comments frequently about how I'm gaining too much. I don't know what to think. Sometimes when I look in the mirror, it's hard for me to tell anymore. Feeling my mood dampen, I slowed down my dancing and turned to Wren before patting her on her shoulder.

"I'm gonna get a drink," I yelled so she could hear me above the music.

She nodded. "Is everything ok?"

"Yeah," I didn't want her to worry. "I'm just parched. You want anything?"

Wren shook her head and started to dance again. While I headed toward the bar, squeezing past people. When I pushed past the crowd, I made my way to the bar and sat on a bar stool. I asked the bartender for a Blue Hawaiian, which he gave me quickly. As I sat sipping my drink, I surveyed the crowd. Through the throng of people, I could see Wren having the time of her life while people around her cheered her on. It was an exciting sight to see, and I laughed as she started body rolling.

Finishing my drink, I asked the bartender for water. I sat the glass down on the and my hand captured my attention. I looked down at it, frowning. My wedding finger felt naked without my ring. There's never been a time when I haven't been wearing it for hours at a time. I never took it off.

Until now.

"That was quite the show you put on." The scratchy sound of a man's voice had me lifting my head. Sounding as if he smoked cigars on the regular. I shifted my focus to the right side where the voice came from. Just from seeing him, I knew I was right.