Next To Love [Book 2]

Chapter 31 : Strange Lovers

Melanie

As a newly proclaimed single woman where else could I go but a lesbian club?

The more time I spent within this atmosphere the more I began to convince myself that I should just ditch men considering I don't seem to have any luck with them. This thought ran through my head for a good hour, all whilst I watched my mom sip on the cocktail she ordered and all I wanted to was to order at least five of them knowing not only will do me justice at helping me rid myself of my rigid state. Sadly, I couldn't because I'm not yet eligible to drink.

Yovann didn't seem to be having such a good time either. He clearly felt out of place, seeing he's only one out of the few males found in this bar, and most of them are the bartenders.

On a much lighter note, Vitani seemed to have found her natural habitat and was acting very flirtatious towards one woman in particular. If I could say anything about the brunette beauty she's talking to is that she and I happen share quite a bit of physical similarities.

From beside me I sense Yovann shift uncomfortably as a grunt of irritation escapes his lips. "When are we leaving?" He groans.

"I don't know, Yovann." I sigh. "All I know is that I need a drink." I whisper in his ear before I look forward at my mom who was distracted typing away on her smart phone as the straw attached to the cup is lazily placed between her peachy lips.

"But you'll have to show your ID," Yovann reminds me. "And your not twenty-one." He quirks a brow.

"The key is charm, my dear Yovann." I say, an unconfident smirk curves my lips upwards before I step out the booth we had taken a seat in.

As my steps bring me closer to the bar counter I begin realized I didn't know what I was doing. I don't possess charm, I'm not very good at talking to the male species in general (which was most of the workers behind that counter). I was setting myself up for failure.

I approach the busy bar and one of the three busy, slightly fidgety men approach me. "I'm sorry, ma'am, I can't get your order right now. One of our barmaids will get to you." He explains hurriedly before he turns around, heading for the drinks he was to serve someone else, not giving me the chance to even nod in response.

Once one of the women sitting on the bar stool hopped off it I was quick to climb up on it, claiming it as mine and wait for service, not forgetting to look back where my mom was. It was a little difficult to spot her from the distance, but once my eyes found her they were instantly washed over with dejection. I had the gotten sense that she was putting up a brave face in front of me since the moment she arrived, now I'm taking her poor posture and permanent frown that have engulfed her when I'm no longer in her sight as confirmation of her misery.

"What can I get for you?"

I break free from the worries slowly beginning to tale me as their hostage once I'm faced with the familiar blonde and am met with her striking hazel eyes. My eyes are locked with hers, but I find the key and allow them travel lower in search for a name tag in order to verify my prediction. However, she did not carry a name tag.

"Yeah, I'll get glass of cherry juice with a shot of vodka please." I say assertively even though I'm trembling with nerves on the inside and I'm not sure if it's because I fear getting recognized for being ineligible to drink or if I simply have no composure around humans I find myself attracted to. Perhaps both?