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One look at Julian, and the guy left me alone. Not particularly out of fear, but like, Julian had toilet paper all over him and was drinking a beer that he had stolen out of someone's hand seconds before.
I would've walked away, too.
"You should've seen it, it was like seeing the sun rise for the first time," he yells into my ear once he reaches me.
I glance back at Joseph, who was eyeing me, and wondered what would've happened if I left Julian and went with Joseph. It would've been a douchey move... why would I even think that? I watch Julian dance to the music and grin at him. He smiles back and grabs my hands.
"I don't dance, son," I tell him as he waves my arms around.
He shrugs and moves me around, inciting a huge smile from me.
Why would I ever think about ditching Julian?
(***)
"I want someone to ram into me like that one day," I say, making Julian laugh so hard. I didn't even know that I was so funny until I started talking to Julian.
Then again, Julian was drunk.
"You want a saggy cock in yah?" He asks me, his grin messy and his skin sweaty.
"I never said it had to be an aged dick! I just said that I wanted someone to ram into me like that. The action; not the actual object," I corrected him.
He shrugged and shook his hair out of his face while he took the cleanest sip out of his beer bottle that I've ever seen.
It was 2 in the morning and the music's only gotten louder, the room even more crowded and the people more hyped up than before. I remember Julian telling me that this was the only place that stays open in this neighborhood and has alcohol and huge speakers. I'm guessing this isn't the only basement club that he knows of?
"Hey!" A man wraps his arms around Julian's shoulder. "The Strokes!"
Julian smiled modestly (which I can't believe he could pull off while drunk) and patted the man's arms.
"Thanks, man, but could I just have a moment with the lady?" He says, carefully prying the man's hands off his chest.
"Whoo! The Strokes!" The man shouted as he walked off.
Julian adjusts himself on the wooden chair and gives me an awkward smile. "Fans, you know."
I nodded and looked around catching Julian staring at me. He looked down bashfully but then composed himself and grabbed my hand. "You know, I've never really—"
"Julie!" A woman with a heavy New York accent walks over and he opens his arms for a hug. "How've you been? You don't write or call me anymore!" She was so much shorter than him that I would have mistaken her for a Hobbit if she didn't have so much blue eye shadow on.
"I've been busy, Vicky! But I'll still call, I remember every digit!" He grins and pats her back as she leaves.
"Don't forget my brother's brunch party!" She calls to him before she disappears into the crowd. Right as she left, a group of men hooted as they saw Julian.
"This guy! He's a fucking animal!" One of them shouted.
"Aw, come on, I'm not that crazy!" Julian scoffed with a grin.
"The March party?! Did you forget how you stuck your dick in the fishbowl?!" A man with glasses laughed. "And you almost cried because you thought the Beta would bite your dick off!"
"They're fucking omnivores, Craig!" He defended himself.
A tall man in a grey sweater pulls out a plastic bag that looked like it'd been run over, like, 30 times.
"Oh shit, you actually brought it!" Julian exclaimed, opening the bag and peering inside. "Oh shit. That's the real fucking deal!"
"Come to the back with us, we'll dip it in seconds!" The men ushered Julian to follow them, which he gladly did.
I waited for him to come back, but he never did.
(***)
"Hi, this is Roxanne, if you'd like to leave a message, please do so after the beep."
"Hey, Roxy, it's Vi again. I know I said not to worry about me in the last message, but I think you should start worrying. I don't have a ride and it's now—" I checked the time on my watch. "—5:47 in the morning. Just call me through my office number, my phone died."
I hung up and tried so hard not to cry. Fucking asshole. Fucking pothead asshole.
"Are you done with the phone, girl?" The woman asked, her face caked with avocado and her hair in a towel. I didn't know who else to turn to, so I climbed up the basement stairs and into the house. A woman, who turned out to be the DJ's mother, greeted me with a baseball bat and demanded that I return to the party. I explained through tears that I didn't want to die and I only wanted to use her phone, which she reluctantly agreed to.
"Yes, thank you. Have a good ni— morning," I mumbled, walking out through the front door. She shut the door and I could hear multiple locks clicking.
I walked down the neighborhood, hating, hating, hating Julian. He just fucking left me. He didn't even bother to give me a ride home. He didn't even bother to let me come along with him! I'm not jealous or anything, but fuck! I could've been kidnapped!!
There were bodies strung all throughout the neighbors' lawns. Some too drunk to even get into their own cars; they were just laying on the pavement.
My throat stung and my eyes were in so much pain that I was positive that they shrunk in their sockets. That much neon light cannot be good for a person.
I had to walk out into the actual road to find a taxi.
Once a cab actually stopped for me, I could feel the humiliation and the anger bubbling like acid through my heart.
"Where to?" The woman asked, tapping her cigarette on the ashtray that she had superglued to her dashboard.
"38th and 5th ave," I mumbled, slouching down into the passenger seat and flipping down the mirror. My eye makeup had smeared all over the place and, honestly, was just a huge fucking mess.
"Did you score?" The lady asked cheekily.
"Yeah I scored a huge fucking headache and a shitty friendship," I grumbled, running my fingers through my flat hair, hoping that all that time I spent curling my hair might help. Maybe I can find a curl or two in here.
The cab sped through traffic and honked endlessly. The woman was clearly used to this much pressure, because she was just chilling in her seat, smoking and driving with one hand.
I heard the beginning of Someday on the radio and stopped scrunching the tips of my hair for a second. I reached down, switched it off angrily and kept arranging my hair. I think I could've punched that radio if I wanted to. Stupid fucking radio.
