I'm in a club tonight.
Yup, with drink in my hand, a glass of whatever the bartender poured when I asked him to give me whatever drink there is, sitting on the bar stool.
My back is turned to the dance floor where my best friend headed to as soon as we entered, more like grinding than dancing with whoever she picks to be tonight's lucky guy.
And, yes, I'm in a tight, body hugging red dress that men usually turn their heads at.
And, yeah, I'm actually aware of the stares I'm getting.
And guess what, I don't give a damn.
That's right. I'm in a club tonight.
Cheers to that.
I downed the whole glass of bitterness and caught the eye of the bartender, quietly asking for another. He nods, clearly getting my request.
You know what I'm thinking about? This scenario is what most stories start with.
A girl in the club, drinking alone, then a man comes up to her. He asks if she's with someone, then tries to talk about anything that may get her attention, secretly hoping she'll be interested. If things go well or luckily the girl is too drunk to think straight, he'll sweep her off her feet thanking the heavens. He knows he'll get laid tonight. Then, voila, one night stand turns to a relationship, drama this, drama that, drama all over the place. Then they get to live happily ever after.
I'm not saying all stories are like that but let's be honest, most of them are. And most people actually love a happy ending. But not all stories end with a couple overcoming obstacles, getting married, having children and living in a beautiful peaceful house.
That's not how the world works. That's not how reality works. But most stories are fiction, a valid reason to escape from reality - a rather harsh reality.
At least, I actually own the dress, I thought to myself. My best friend was the one who borrowed her clothes from me. And did I oppose to the idea of going to a club? Hell, yes! But not for the reason you are thinking.
I didn't like to go not because I am aware of these things nor because it's my first time in a club. I didn't want to go because I wanted to get some sleep before my early flight tomorrow, but she insisted on having fun before I leave for Korea.
Sure, drinking alone with people's hungry eyes on you is fun. Fuck you, Ellen. Thank you very much.
The bartender placed a glass of yellowish drink in front of me just as a guy sat on the bar stool beside me. I quickly muttered a 'thanks' for the drink then heard the guy say "The strongest." to the bartender. I smirked at his authoritative voice. He could have said 'Please' at the least but whatever. I'm not in the mood to meddle in other people's business.
Unlike the first glass, I drank slowly this time, letting the liquid make a burning path through my throat. I figured I should not finish a drink too quickly if I want to drive myself home. Besides, I would have to wait for Ellen to finish her dancing and knowing her she will surely take her time. I actually know she just needed a ride from me. Oh and a dress to party in.
I was taking a second sip when I heard the guy beside me request for another of his. The bartender quickly gave him another glass but before he can turn around to serve another customer, the guy quickly downed the glass and slammed it back on the counter asking for another.
I shook my head, rolling my eyes in the process when I heard another slam of glass on the counter. Just buy the whole bottle, man, I thought to myself.
