One Night Stand

It was one of the best night that I can remember, I enjoyed his company, his smile was cute, his arms were strong, he was that guy that I can see myself in a relationship, a good long one.

I was alone in the bar, my friend ditch me to meet up with her fubu, not that I expected her to come with me anyways, she’s that friend who doesn’t care if her life’s more messed up than mine, as long as she gets good sex. I was feeling cold lonely, the kind of night others wishes they’re in their pj’s and watching a movie .

The band started to play some music, the rhythm, the beat, it was soothing, until the vocalist started singing, my heart took a leap at how awful his singing was, but I watched them play anyways, with a tequila in hand, I closed my eyes, took a gulp of my drink and tapped my fingers through out the song, the drummer’s great at what he does, I should know, I’m a little drummer girl.

The band stopped, another band settled on the stage, I turned my back and have another go of alcohol. It’s the last drop of my 2nd bottle of tequila, and I didn’t care if I can still go home or not, I feel dizzy, my vision’s starting to blur. I wanted nothing but to just pass out and wake up in my room, but that’s just fantasy, I can’t pass out and wake up in my room, I’d probably wake up at someone’s motel room, or at the police station, or worst, out in the coldness of the street, robbed off everything I have on my body. So, I gave myself a few more minutes sitting in the bar, head down.

Stranger: Miss, are you alright? You seem to be drunk already. A lady as you shouldn’t be in such places alone, and worst, being drunk to the limit. I’ll help you call a taxi.

I looked up to see the drummer of the band on the stage earlier; he has a very worried look.

Me: I’m fine, I just need a little time, and I’m dizzy and hazy. Thank you for the concern mister.

Stranger: I’ll stay by your side for the moment then, a lot of men have been noticing you already and that’s not a good sign, you can get in a huge trouble for being drunk alone. Mark, by the way.

He clumsily stretched out his hand for a handshake, I took his hand and shook it, “Clyde”.

Mark: I saw you tapping along while we were playing, you liked our songs?

Clyde: Yes, I did. But, I didn’t like the vocalist, sorry. I liked the beat.

Mark: Aah. The vocalist is my brother. Should I tell him what you told me? Haha

Clyde: WHAT?! That’ll be embarrassing! No!

Mark: I was just kidding. Haha. Woke you up, didn’t it?

Clyde: Haha. It did. Maybe I should go home now. Thanks for the company.

I slid down the high chair and found myself being supported by Mark. I was in the verge of passing out, my legs can’t support me anymore. Yes, I’m at my limit. I can still see and feel Mark carrying me; he’s asking me where I live so he can tell the driver where to drop me off. I didn’t speak, I was afraid that the taxi driver would be the last person I will see. Mark stopped walking.

Mark: I think I’ll come with you, talk to your parents when we get to your house.

Clyde: ugh.. Sure.

My head hurt so much that I can only muster those words. In the taxi, he asked me where we should go. I told him to just drop me off dead or alive at CypressTowers in Taguig. He laughed and repeated my line to the driver.

I slept the whole ride. He carried me out of the taxi, he paid for it too. I feel so shameful at that point that I pushed him back and tried to walk, only to end up bruised for slipping off the stairs. I reside at 3rd floor. I gave him my keys.