Strangers

what I gave

*******mature scene towards the bottom read at your own risk!******

    The florescent lights was all I could see. It was dark and no stars were visible; a starless night licentious desires. I had a short black skirt with a croptop and a white blazer for the autumn breeze.

I was tired as hell with the driving but I still wanted to have fun. In fact, it's Vegas. Who would ditch the idea of having fun? That's right. No one.

I had black heels and off we went. We were walking up until we saw commotion in a particular club.

"Let's go here!" Gianna exclaimed, checking the place. It was dark and a soft, husky voice was heard. The melody was slow and the hum was velvety and low. Soft strings of the guitar and other musical instruments were playing along with the voice. A knot in my stomach immersed when I tuned into the voice.

My feet carried me to the entrance. Not bothering to see if Gianna followed. The voice was hypnotic.

My body swayed with the soft rock with a mix of blues or jazz, as I looked for the voice. My eyes met with a jaded pair. Emerald eyes. I knew him.

The one who sang was Harry. The guy I slept with. What the fuck.

We locked eyes, and as I danced, his focus was at me.

"Sometimes I like it when I make you cry, baby that's right. Baby that's right.". The voice came out low and silky.

( if yo recognize this song you're cool Kay? )

"I'm gonna get a drink." Gianna called. I shrugged and lost the eye contact of the stranger I slept with. My eyes roamed around other people. Most of them looked so relaxed, drinking, laughing, enjoying. It took so long for me to be this kind of person: free to do whatever I wanted. No longer imprisoned in someone's arms, wanting what was best for him and not me. I was free.

Gianna came back and started to lightly sip her margarita. Her smile dazzling, looking at me and chuckling.

"It taste good." She murmured through her wide cup.

"I bet it does." I looked back to Harry, to find him looking at me. He had no fear. No stage fright. It seemed he was quite made for the stage. Perfect physique; he was alluring everyone. His lips were full and almost like a secret he'd tell to the microphone, close to it. His eyes were dark because the lighting didn't give them justice.

I smiled at the stranger and that's when he looked away. He looked at the women near the small stage, and smiled at them. Not in a genuine way, but seductively. They fluttered their eyes and returned the gesture. I didn't feel anything towards it. I just continued to do my own thing.

I glided towards Gianna that was sitting in a stool, and took the seat in front of her.

"Do they have piña colada?" I asked, getting her drink and taking a sip. It's not like she minded, we've known each other enough.

"Yeah I think they do." She took her drink back and twirled the straw. "I'm getting kinda bored here. Jazz isn't really my thing." She sighed.

"Well let's go. You're the one that suggested we'd go here." I laughed and looked out the window.