"I can't believe how big this place is..." Emily whispered in astonishment as she parked her giant black Toyota Tundra truck on the side of the road in a long line of cars and trucks in front of the club.
I looked up at the building as i got out of the car, starting to feel uncomfortable as my anxiety kicked in, feeling like people were staring at me in the revealing outfit. "It's not that big, i mean most clubs around here aren't as big as this one but it's honestly not that big." I mumbled quietly and shrugged, feeling the negativity set in as my anxiety made me want to hide, the dress felt like being naked compared to my regular everyday wear. I tugged at the bottom again while Ems rounded the truck to my side, rubbing my back reassuringly.
"Come on! Let's not dilly dally, I wanna go inside!" Ems grinned excitedly, grabbing my hand and tugged me towards the building, giving me little time to study the outside of the harsh looking club. "Stitch..." Why would they name a club stitch? Oh god... I hope i don't need stitches by the time i leave this place... Oh God, i hope this place is appropriate. Oh God! What if this is one of those club where they do heroin in the hallway and police show up halfway through for a raid and we get thrown in jail and what if-
Ems cut off my racing mind with a question of her own, "I wonder if they let women in free before midnight." Her much simpler thoughts not doing much to calm my inner turmoil.
My mind was back to racing with terrible thoughts of how badly tonight could go. "This is such a bad idea..." I whispered to Emily as we stood in line. Thankfully, though the line was large, it was moving fast and we were ushered in quickly by a large bald bouncer who gave a much too friendly grin and a wink as we passed.
I could feel my heart drop to the pit of my stomach as soon as we stepped inside and there was some hard core rock song blaring through the speakers and a mosh pit already in progress on the dance floor, I did not belong here one bit. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth as my teeth pierced my own lip, ems calls it my nervous habit with a bite. Hardy har har. I could feel my eyes roll when the memory rushed through my mind.
I clung to Emily like my life depended on it, and right now i felt that it did. She led me toward the bar and sat me down on one of the stools before sitting next to me and ordering six of shots of tequila with lime. "You're not gonna drink all that are you?" I asked, scrunching up my nose in distaste when she grinned and nodded, her eyes lighting up in amusement.
"Here, split them with me if you're so against it." Emily laughed softly at the horrified face i made. "Em, you know i can't handle liquor.. You know Its a trigger and I'm uncomfortable with it." I whispered softly to her, feeling the hair on the back of my neck stand on end, Emily knows alcohol is a big trigger for me, its not hard for me to guess what she's up to. And despite how much I loved and trusted Emily I was so uncomfortable with switching here, somewhere I wasnt familiar with.
"I know, but come on, you need to loosen up and live a little, just one?" Emily begged me as she placed the shot to my lips. I leaned back slightly, having to hold onto the bar so i wouldn't fall out of my seat. "I don-" i was cut off as she poured the liquid into my mouth, sputtering in surprise as i choked. The familiar taste burning my throat and making my heart stutter as I felt the haziness in my brain and someone else there tugging, wanting to come out. A low growl came out of my chest in response, drowned out by the base of the music.
"Emily! What the hell!" I sputtered out after i was able to breath right again. Feeling the fog lift a bit as my mind became my own again.
Emily just laughed and handed me another drink as she downed a shot to keep pace, "Calm down and drink, or i'll make you again." She playfully winked. I think she had something to drink earlier cause she's not acting like herself. Yes she was pushy but she usually knew my boundries.
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