Random Writings Of A Bad Author

Drunk at the Strip Club

(Just so you guys know straightedge means you don't smoke, do drugs, or drink)

"Dad.... my teacher said that you should call someone when you're drunk...."

"Who are we gonna call, Beckham? Who!?" He spat angrily.

I had to work up the courage to respond "mom... we could call her..."

He scoffed "you're mom? She'd leave us here. She already left us once. Can't trust anyone for anything" he downed the last of whatever he had already drank too much off and the tossed the empty bottle in the garbage. "C'mon, you have school tomorrow" he grabbed my wrist and pulled me through the parking lot to the beat up Thunderbird. I took my place in the passenger seat and buckled up. My dad tripped over himself as he sat down.

He panted for some reason. Like walked through the lot was too much. That night his whole essance smelt like alcohol, the fumes are still burning in my nose.

He drove and he swerved and nearly crashed many times that night, but what got him was when he ran a read light and a Toyota slammed into the driver side door. I made it out with a scar on my forehead where a bad gash was but the doctors said his neck broke on contact.

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"ITS MY MOTHERFUCKING BIRTHDAY!" Aaron screamed at me over a group call with Dexter. "YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS, BITCHES!? I HAVE AN ID! AND I CAN DRINK AND GUESS WHAT ELSE!?"

"Aaron you're shouting." Dexter chastised.

"I GET TO GO TO A STRIP CLUB! AND THATS WHAT WE'RE DOING TONIGHT ASSHATS" It was his 21st birthday. He was the last of us to turn 21 and he hasn't let himself live it down. Although I'm a straightedge so I didn't have an alcohol related celebration, and Aaron had been drinking underage for years so I don't know why it mattered to him.

"I don't think I'll come. Sorry"

He sighed "Beck, I know you're like against alcohol and all but that means you can be a designated driver!"

I groaned "so fun! But fine...." I didn't want to But the last thing I needed was another accident.

"Tonight we dine at The Red Vixen!"

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And Aaron was right we did go to the Red Vixen. I of course was driving, Dexter was playing his "Birthday Bash Playlist" and Aaron was rockin' out in the passenger seat.

Aaron flaunted his ID as we walked into the strip club and within a matter of minutes the men (and a stripper who said she'd give him a lap dance) in the club egged him on to chug his whole drink.

"WHOOOOOOOOO!" He screamed and slammed down the empty glass. They all seemed to be having great fun! I however was suffering from a raging headache and felt incredibly left out.

Suddenly I was ripped away from my self pity session. "How can I help you, big boy" said a stripper.

"Oh uh, I'm fine" I stuttered. I had never been around a girl so pretty.

"I can make you more fine, trust me, big boy" she winked.

"Its Beckham..." her calling me 'big boy' felt strange. "And really, I'm fine"

"Well if you need anything, name's Rose" she smirked and walked off.

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"LAST CALL!" the bartender shouted and everyone groaned and a few shouted. I spent about 10 minutes tracking down Aaron and Dexter but once I did the dragged them out of the bar and twords my mom's minivan.