Watching Her

chapter 21: clubbing in Italy

"Gosh, it's loud in here!" Adriana exclaimed as soon as we walked past the bouncer in front of the entrance that was hidden by two grand, black doors. He opened them for us and booming music filled our ears as we took our first step inside. 

The floor was made out of shining, reflective tiles and the bar seemed to be endless with multiple bartenders standing behind them. Every bottle of alcohol I could have ever imagined and named stood behind them in a row of glass shelves while the light of a  white neon wall shined onto the glass. I even managed to find a few types I had not tried yet. I also did not fail to notice that each and every one of the men standing there, serving drinks, looked ridiculously handsome, as if somebody had picked out models from multiple magazines to work here. 

A DJ at the far end of the large hall danced as he played music with a fast beat, girls in short dresses hung on to him and even ground on top of his friends. Sparkly confetti hung from the in- door balconies on the next floor, where more guests were dancing to the powerful tunes, drinks in their hand, dressed in their best outfits. I knew immediately, that I loved it here. Even though the balconies seemed ancient as they were made out of stone, the neon rods that were nearly everywhere and the semi - private booths managed to illuminate this club into a luxurious surrounding. 

Adriana pushed herself through the people that were lined up everywhere to get a drink, some of them even complaining. She earned judging looks, but also glances at her ass as well, as she leaned forward to greet one of the bartenders. I tried to stay near her as much as I could, but I also could not help but look around further.

To the left of the bar, there was still an open room where couches and coffee tables stood in rows, groups of friends seated as they talked in a more 'quiet' area. Well, as quiet as it could be in any club. 

As Adriana walked back to me while swaying her hips to the song the DJ had just put on, she finally handed me a cocktail. I looked at her, confused, as I thought that she would have picked out something more simpler. Yet, it did look beautiful, with an eatable flower on the sugar brim of the tall glass, next to the black straw. 

"It's just a mojito." She swayed her hand in front of me, motioning for me to try it and I did. After all, I knew what mojitos tasted like and it was not as if I was a light drinker. The first sip immediately dragged me into a whole new direction. I could taste the generous amount of rum the man had poured into the glass, but also noticed how this was an expensive one. I knew how Bacardi tasted. So, I licked off a part of the brim to calm my taste buds. 

She pulled me by the arm, to get closer to the stage where the DJ had his table. I decided to get lost in the music, forget everything even if it would just be for the evening as we danced together. Sometimes even hand in hand, sometimes the same movement, but I finally felt like me again. Lost in the world with my best friend. 

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"Another six shots please!" I grinned at the bartender, knowing that he already recognized me. The wild blonde in the short, red dress with heels that were to die for. He smirked at me, stopped cleaning on of his taller glasses and placed six shot glasses on the counter in front of him. As he already knew my order - having asked for shots twice this night already - he did not even dare ask. 

As soon as the translucent liquid got poured into each and every glass perfectly even, I stuck out my tongue at him. My sudden response made him chuckle, but he did not hesitate a second longer and poured down vodka straight from the bottle into my mouth. The liquid hitting my throat filled me with excitement for the rest of the night, for the times that I would be coming here again and I could not help but jump once, all giddy. It stopped burning a while ago and now I only felt the fresh thrill in my mind as soon as the alcohol had kicked in. I really did love it here.