I thought the Solitaire place was a cafe . . .
We stopped in front of a building, there was a long line outside, the flickering neon sign proudly bared the words 'Solitaire Côte', which meant only one thing: Dylan and Zoe tricked me into going into a nightclub.
God, how much I hated these kinds of places. It's always filled with people, the scent of sweat and mixed perfumes always circulated in the air, and the music was always too loud.
Here I was, outside of a nightclub, looking like an idiot in a nice button up and dress pants. I'm gonna look like someone's gay uncle if I went in there dressed like this.
"It's a nightclub?!" I blurted out.
Daisy looked at me, her brow raised, a questioning look plastered on her face. "It's a bar, specifically the kind that always has live bands," she chuckled, "Oh boy are you a tourist. What brings you here anyway?"
"My co-workers told me that it was their favorite and that I should dress up." I shrugged sheepishly.
"Yeah you should've asked what the place was, keep that in mind next time," she turned away from me to greet the bouncer.
My eyes darted around for anything interesting when my sight fell on the sign beside the metal door.
'Catch the pride of Solitaire Côte live from Monday to Saturday @ 9pm onwards.'
The poster had the picture of a band called Oddacity, I couldn't help but notice that the lilac haired girl in the poster was the same girl I'd been navigating through the city with.
"Daisy, looking good as always sweetheart, the band's been looking for you." The dark, muscular man said, smiling at her as she passed.
"Thanks PJ, this guy's with me." She said, pointing a finger at me as she headed into the establishment.
The inside of the place was a lot for me to take in all at once. From the bright flashes of colored lights, the sound of music from the blaring speakers, and of course the appearances of the people inside.
If I felt out of place outside of Solitaire Côte, I was a hell of a lot more out of place here.
"This is where I leave you, it was fun." She smiled.
"Yeah, it was, is there any chance I could fet your number?" I asked, trying not to choke on my words. At the moment, I felt the need to punch myself out of the sheer awkwardness of my actions.
She looked hesitant, her eyes looked away from me for a second until she took my hand, grabbing a pen from the pocket of her jacket before scribbling across my skin.
"Uh, thanks." A full on smile spread on my face, I probably looked like an idiot but I successfully got a girl's number. I haven't done that in a while.
"See you around, Church Boy." She winked and faded into the crowd.
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Sorry Eyes & Cigarettes
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