A Drop of Ink | short stories

See you again

Originally written in 2015 for a contest by Romance

The prompt: Write about a love formed in the dark. Literal or figurative.

Quick note: Again, not my best work this one.
The edited and re-written version of this story will be the prologue/first chapter of my upcoming project, a paranormal mystery romance, so stay tuned for that!

See you again

The club was dark, pretty much pitch black. Except for the rapid flashing of the stroboscopes.

It was as if I was seeing everything in freeze frames. One second everything was black, the next moment the dance floor was bathed in a kaleidoscope of colours. Pink, blue and green.
On the dance floor bodies were sweating and grinding against each other to the heavy beats.
It was giving me a headache.

I squinted my eyes in the dim lighting, reaching my hand out for my drink on the marbled counter before me. The thick glass was cool and heavy in my fingers, but I only felt the ice cubes jingle inside of it.
My drink was already gone. Again.

I sighed and looked up to find the bartender, a blond woman in her mid-twenties. I pointed at my glass and she smiled at me, leaning forward to refill it, giving me a nice view of her cleavage in the process.

I smiled back faintly and nodded in thanks, unsure if she was trying to hook up with me or just hoping to get a nice tip.

Usually, I wouldn't care, I would leave with her, got to her place and have a good time. She was hot enough, I didn't care that she was probably a few years older than me.
But not today, I was not in the mood for flirting tonight.

To be honest, I didn't really want to talk to anyone tonight. I wasn't the type of guy to talk about feelings and such stuff anyway. I just wanted to have a drink, or a couple of drinks and try and forget why I was still stuck here.

I shouldn't even be here today, I should have left early this morning, mounting the plane to Australia to stay at my aunt's place during the holidays.
I should be surfing on Bondi beach, laying in the sun and picking up beach babes.
Instead, I was freezing my ass off in Chicago.

I didn't even want to recall who was responsible for this, didn't want to remember the talk I had with my mother just yesterday.
Ever since she got together with Gregory, my life was a mess. Well, it was never a bowl of cherries to begin with anyway. But then again, this guy was just... a nuisance.
He didn't approve of my lifestyle, the partying, the girls, or anything I did. As if my mother was a nun... she must've forgotten to tell him of her three ex-husbands.

I sighed quietly and took a gulp of the whiskey, feeling the booze burn in my throat and warm my insides. Turning around in my seat, I let my eyes wander over the dance floor, over the mass of bodies, writhing and wriggling to the sounds of heavy guitars, bass and drums.