"Excuse me gentlemen, he's with me." I hear a girl's voice.
The bouncers look stunned for a moment. Pari walks over to the bouncer who guards the rest area and shows him her wrist.
"I'm sorry boys, it's just a misunderstanding. He's my friend and I had asked him to come to the rest area." She tells the two bouncers who are beside me.
"I'm sorry Pari ma'am; we thought he was a trouble maker." The bouncer who had grabbed my arm tells her. He turns to me "Sorry sir, it was a misunderstanding."
I shake my head "That's alright." I hope you rot in hell you bag of steroids.
The additional bouncers leave and the one at the curtain signals for us to enter. Pari and I walk through the curtains. As we walk I rest my palm on her lower back. I momentarily feel an exhilaration as if I've finished a deadly climb. Pari quickly grabs hold of my hand and brings it up and around her shoulder. Looks like I'll need to work my way out of the friendzone.
The VIP rest area is a spacious hall with a few couches and many wooden enclosed spaces that form private areas. There's a mini bar at one end and rest rooms at the other. Pari leads me over to a private space; within the wooden enclosure lies a table with a two-seater sofa on either side. Pari seats herself on one of the sofas and I'm in a momentary dilemma of whether I should sit across her or beside. I decide to play it safe and take my seat opposite her.
"I must apologize for earlier Suresh, it kinda skipped my mind that this area is VIP only." Says Pari.
"That's okay." As long as I get to spend time with you that is.
"No, it's not! I mean the incident must've really tensed you?"
"Leave it darling," I tactfully use the opportunity to get closer, verbally "I don't see why they've gotta stamp us like prisoners."
"All nightclubs do." She laughs.
"But why?" I wonder.
"Well first off," she holds out her index finger "it shows who gained legitimate entry into the club versus a person who sneaked in through the bathroom window. Secondly," She holds out the next finger. "it allows you reentry for free."
"Oh I can reenter?" I didn't know that.
"Yeah, but you still gotta wait in line, unless you're a girl." Pari smiles.
"Well I'd rather not reenter then."
"That's their idea." She laughs.
As she laughs I notice that her wrist bears two stamps. I ask "You have two stamps?"
"Oh," she looks down at her wrist and extends it for me to see "the second stamp is VIP."
I notice that the second stamp is different from the first. "Girls get it free?"
"No dude, girls get regular entry free. We gotta pay for VIP."
"How much?"
"I don't know... I got it for free." She laughs.
I blink.
"I know the owner's daughter..." she explains "... the one who is your friend?"
"Oh God!" I facepalm.
"She's a good friend of mine actually..." Pari pokes me with a finger "... I'll introduce you to her sometime?"
"No thank you, I'm happy with what I have." I attempt a wink but fail.
"Oh, so you already have someone?" Her eyes spark up "And you didn't tell me!"
"I didn't tell her either." I manage to wink.
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Taken for Granted
Romance"By the way, did you do it?" "No." I shake my head. I was supposed to confess my feelings to Noora today. But, like the past nine hundred and ninety nine times, I couldn't build up the courage to do it. "Dude! Are you really gonna keep pushing it?"...
