In the club - First part
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“Two more glasses, please”
I ordered lazily without meeting the eyes of the male bartender – who has been eyeing me strangely since I got here –as I lean my elbows above the counter. I looked down and spotted my knuckles still swelling due to what happened earlier back at Tiffany’s apartment.
We had a serious fight and I needed to punch the wall to release the ugly feeling that was building inside me and to stop myself from crying.
We had been fighting over the same freaking thing for three damn days. I walked out on her and got here to at least have a break from all the fighting we have had.
I felt my lung slightly heat up as I gulp down large amount of my sixth glass of margarita. I wiped my bottom lip with the back of my hand as I rotate my chair so as to have a view of the crowd partying in the middle of the club. Different colors of lights dancing with the crowd.
I realized that my eyes already went slight blurry as I scan the area. And my head starts to get dizzy. Oh.
A raging man was carried by the two bouncers, preparing to throw him out of the club for a reason I didn’t witness.
I spotted a couple kissing while they dance to the beat of the newly played song, it is not just any kiss, a hungry one. I found the guy’s right hand brushing the side of the female’s upper body, while his left hand moves its way down her butt. They’re on it. Oh please get a room.
My insides are already burning and I thought of going home until I found myself staring intently into a certain girl whose psychical appearance is very familiar, like I've seen it in my everyday life.
The girl has a black hair with the ends of it slight curled, a full bangs that hang down perfect to the shape of her face.
She’s wearing a cropped up top and a black skinny jeans. Her abdomen is way too sexy to resist looking at.
She was dancing really cute and it was difficult for me to stop myself from grinning at the sight. She flashed a very familiar smile that made my eyes went unblinking for couples of seconds.
Eyes disappearing, white teeth showing.
Seeing her eyes smiling like that makes me feel like wanting to inch closer to the girl. Hers was also captivating, just like Tiffany’s.
I grip the sides of my chair tightly and bit my lower lip. I shut my eyes to relax my stiffen body and to prevent myself from making any move towards the girl.
I opened my heavy eyes then grabbed my jacket above the counter.
I stepped down from the chair and was about to dash out of the club when my eyes fell into an undesirable view.
The girl who had got my absolute attention a while ago is now frowning as she pries a hand away from her shoulder.
Before I could convince myself to leave it on the bouncers, I found myself coming to rescue the girl.
“I think you need to obey to what the girl says. Disappear now, pervert!”
Half of the crowd stopped dancing and landed their eyes on me as they hear me bravely say it.
“And who are you to order someone like me?”
The drunken punk turned around to face, then stared down at me with fierce eyes. I stared back at him albeit he is taller, showing no fear at all.
