Torn in two

Chapter 3

                 

I've only seen the club during the day, so this knocks my expectations out of the park. Greg, you did good, brother. I internally nod my head in admiration, and find that from the corner of my eye Cindy was actually nodding. I laugh giddily, starting to feel the effects of the tequila spread through my veins, warming my body. The amount of people packed on the dance floor definitely assisted with that heat.
"C'mon," I grab Cindy's hand and tug her to the VIP section past the main bar on the right. We squeeze past all the inebriated people, laughing, dancing and even hooking up. Next to our reserved sofa was another section already in use. There were three guys each who had a girl on their lap. One guy had a girl straddling his lap as they fiercely made out. Classy. It was only a little before midnight. We sat at our reserved sofa and instead of bottle girls bringing out our liquor, Greg held in his hand Clase Azul Tequila waving the bottle in the air as he danced his way toward our table. He looked so happy. As he should be. This place is a hit.
Greg's energy was vibrant and more intoxicating than any liquor here. I'm pretty sure we were wearing the same expression by the time he placed the bottle down and sat between Cindy and I. Greg is my fraternal twin. Apart from obviously having more estrogen than him, we looked extremely similar. Cindy swears if I wore a hat and no make up I could pass for Greg in public settings like the movie She's The Man. Which is kind of disturbing to imagine.
"Gregory Joaquin Martinez! You outdid yourself," Cindy clasps her hands on both sides of Greg's face and plants a kiss on his forehead. I swore I could faintly see a blush spreading across his cheeks under the dancing lights.
I didn't have to comment because Greg already knew what I was thinking just based on my expression.
"Let's celebrate," he reaches for the Tequila that he brought to our table and pours us all double shots. Oh lord.
"Is our goal to black out?" I laugh, staring at Greg pouring the shots.
"Yes. Now less talking and more drinking," he hands us our shots.
He raises his glass and I raise mine to his with Cindy.
"Thank you for supporting me. Family over everything. Now, salut!" He cheers and throws his shot back.
Cindy and I do the same.
The burn of the alcohol travels down my throat and sloshes in my stomach. My limbs coursing with the tequila from earlier. I pour another shot for myself before heading out to the dance floor.
Greg leans into me and whispers in my ear, "I have a meeting in the private room upstairs. Please stay down here and I'll join you soon," he smiles reassuring me.
I nod, hug him quickly and hop up. Cindy notices my que to dance and stands up too.
She waves to Greg and we fight our way to the packed dance floor. The heavy bass vibrates down to my bones making me feel conjoined with the music. Couples are vibing to the music and grinding around us. Cindy and I lock hands and dance to the beat. I feel carefree as I sashay my hips and tip my head back feeling the full effects of the alcohol.
I'm so proud of my brother.
Im smiling so hard. Nothing could make this might better.
Cindy squeezes my hand signaling my attention. I eye her questioningly and she motions her head towards the bar. More drinks. We make our way up to the bar and I recognize, Camille, as the bartender tonight. She meets my gaze and I hold up two fingers. She smiles and nods, turning to start working on our drinks. She knows we love our tequila. She's making my favorite: an extra strong margarita with Don Julio. She turns back around and slides Cindy and I our plastic cups, but also two clear shots.
"The shots are curtesy from the guys over there," she motions her head towards two overly eager men smiling over at us. I roll my eyes so only Cindy and Camille see. I quickly shoot back the shot and start on my margarita. Mmmm more Don.
Thank you. I mouth to Camille. She winks and moves on to the next customer.
Cindy and I finish our margs in record time. Probably a big mistake, but we wanted to lose the guys still staring over at us. I knew if I had any problems the bouncers would help us in seconds. However, it was now even more crowded in here as we reach closer to 1AM.
The drinks now began clouding my head. I drag Cindy back out on the floor to dance the rest of the night away.
Things were definitely fuzzy. I didn't notice details from the people around me. I couldn't decipher when songs changed. They began to muddle together, a long string of bass thumping I can keep dancing to. By the looks of it, Cindy was feeling the same way. Her eyes have been shut while dancing most of the time. That's when I know she's drunk. But I feel the drunkest I've been in awhile so I just let the music take me away.
I feel a strong set of hands grab my waist and move to the rhythm with me. At first I'm worried it's the guys from the bar but as the hands slowly move forward to my stomach, securing me in place, I knew I was safe. I don't know how or why I know that. But I'm safe. I catch a glimpse of Cindy dancing with an unknown man, but she looks to be having fun. I settle into the strong chest behind me and close my eyes, still moving my hips to the music. The darkness begins to close in around my vision as I'm on the verge of blacking out. As soon as the mystery man sweeps the hair away plastered to my neck,  kissing the area gently, I stop fighting and let the darkness consume me.