𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖞 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖊 | 𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 |

Chapter 4 | The Weekend

As the two of you approach the club, you catch sight of the neon lights hanging over the entrance, reading The Weekend. The building itself is the corner part of what seems to be an old strip mall refurbished into smaller family owned shops. Yet, each shop beside the club looks a bit bland, causing it to stand out with its shining neon red, purple, and blue signs. It's the club you and Gojo frequent the most.

It's popular for a reason. The music is always bumping and full of bass, setting that perfect club mood. The club owners allow attendants to smoke, and the drinks are nothing short of delicious. The people are mostly respectful, a little rowdy, but they're all there for the same reason:

To get drunk and let loose.

The building itself is the corner part of what seems to be an old strip mall refurbished into smaller family owned shops. Yet, each shop beside the club looks a bit bland, causing it to stand out with its shining neon red, purple, and blue signs.

The two of you stop in your tracks right outside the  dark entry way. People are scattered across the outside of the building, standing around talking with their friends or standing off to the side taking smoke breaks on their own. Choso looks over to you, nodding his head towards the door. You take a deep breath, something is still stopping you.

Choso chuckles at your nervousness and suddenly grabs ahold of your hand. Before you can process it, he pulls you forward and next thing you know, the two of you are inside.

The changing lights above illuminate the two of you, the bass of the music fills your ears. Your hand is still clutched tightly in Choso's firm but gentle grip.

He guides you deeper into the moving crowd, navigating his way through as if he comes to the club as often as you do. He makes space for you as you both weave through the crowd, making sure that you don't get pushed and shoved. Something that Gojo has yet to do for you.

For a moment, you get lost with him, the atmosphere of the club sending you into a trance. Choso continues to lead the way. Your eye notices a small smile crawling across his lips as he glances back at you to make sure you're tagging along just fine.

The two of you catch sight of Gojo sitting on an otherwise empty couch in front of a table. The nerves begin to creep up your arms again at the sight of his blue eyes and white hair. He looks gorgeous under the lights.

Choso tugs you forward, urging you to approach him first.

"Gojo!" You finally holler at him with a big wave, getting his attention as you guys get closer. He looks up from his phone. As the crowd in front of you clears the way, you see a girl perched on the couch next to him. Choso seems to notice at the same time. His jaw clenches.

He keeps his hand in yours as Gojo gets up to greet you. He looks down at your hands interlocked with each others.

"A friend, huh?" Gojo comments, trying to speak over the music. He glances at Choso and then at you.

"Mhm." You answer with a smile. A sudden boost of confidence shoots through you knowing that Choso is still beside you for support. "What about you? That a friend?" You tease with a competitive gaze. You tilt your head and nod it towards the girl on the couch, she seems annoyed now that you've showed up.

"She's trying to get my number. Dunno what to do." Gojo says with a shrug. Choso rolls his eyes at him and then looks over to you.

"C'mon. Let's get a drink." He offers, tugging you towards the bar area. You nod with delight and go along with him.

"Get me one, will you?" Gojo asks, not wanting to tag along. He goes back toward the couch with the girl still there, waiting for him. You feel a sudden sinking feeling chip at your confidence.

When you get to the bar, Choso orders a couple of shots. The bartender places only two shots on the counter. You tilt your head at him, there isn't one for Gojo.

"He doesn't deserve a shot with you." Choso says with a sly smile, handing you a shot. You can't help but feel that his words hold a double meaning. Hesitantly, you take the shot. It's not like you didn't come here to drink. The two of you make a short cheer and slam the shot down.

After drinking, Choso asks for three beers. The bartender hands it to him and he tells him to keep his tab open.

"I'll pay you back later, I promise." You shout over the music as he hands you one of the beers.

"No need." He replies with a shake of his head.

He guides you back towards the couch as you feel the first shot flowing through your veins. The confidence seems to be growing back. When the two of you get back, the girl is nowhere to be seen and Gojo is sitting on the couch on his own now.

Choso instinctively hands you the drink, gesturing for you to give the drink to him. You smile at and take the beer. You hand it to Gojo and his fingertips graze the back of your hand as he takes it from you.

"Thanks, Y/N." He says.

You nod at him and take a seat next to Choso. Without thinking, you place a hand on Choso's knee, trying to make yourself comfortable. Gojo's eyes glance down at your hand as he takes a few gulps of the beer.

Choso, unbothered by your hand on his leg, takes out a cigarette. He pats his pockets down. Despite seeing a small bulge of a lighter peeking out of his pocket he turns towards you and asks you for a light.

A smirk tugs at the corner of your lips as you reach into your pocket for your lighter. You lean towards each other as he holds the cigarette between his lips. He doesn't shy away from your gaze as you light it for him. Choso knows exactly what he's doing.

You glance at Gojo through the corner of your eye. He seems taken aback by how close the two of you have become since he saw you two yesterday. As you put the lighter away, Gojo takes another long sip of his beer.

Choso sits back against the couch, puffing on his cigarette. He watches as Gojo gets up and makes his way over to you. He extends his hand out to you.

"Let's dance, Y/N." Gojo offers, nodding his head towards the dance floor. You reluctantly take his hand and look over at Choso.

Go. His eyes say, yet something seems to hide behind his look of approval.

As the song changes, Gojo pulls you up from the couch and pulls you towards the dance floor. Without warning, Gojo places an arm around your waist, guiding your hips to sway to the beat of the music.

The plan looks to be working like a charm.

You let loose and hook your arms over his shoulders, you can smell the alcohol on his breath. He pushes himself closer to you, taking you deeper into the sea of dancing people. The lights change and shine down on you both, making you feel as if it's just the two of you on the floor.

Gojo pulls away from you slightly, his hands still on your hips.

"Who is he?" He asks, locking eyes with you.

"Like I said," You look up at him in a flirtatious manner, "He's a friend."

"Hm." He responds indifferently, pulling you closer. "Some friend."

The two of you dance and spin with the music. As his hands roam on your back, the crowd parts slightly and you peek over Gojo's shoulder to see Choso sitting back against the couch. His head tilted back with his cigarette in between his fingers.

His deep, enticing eyes meet yours and for a second, there's something about him pulling you towards his presence. Yet, you stay put in Gojo's arms as you dance in the palm of his hand.