The Butterfly Effect

2. Nightlife

August 23, 2016

It's Friday night but the frat isn't hosting a party since we decided to do it on Wednesday, thank God. For some reason, though, I have an itch to go out tonight. Niall said he is unavailable. Lame. He has been trying to get with this girl Ellie since I've known him. She always tells him he's not her type and she is into tattoos and red hair, but he is persistent. He likes a "challenge." 

Olivia said she wanted to catch up on beauty rest, and I believe her. She is always blunt, even if I don't want to hear it. Trust me. One time she told me how she went to the salon for a Brazilian bikini wax and how the esthetician used the wrong kind of wax and she ended up being irritated for a week. It hurts to fucking sit down, she'd complain. Then she would go around saying My vagina is on fire. God, Harry, have some sympathy! I had no idea how to respond to that but be immature and laugh.

Decisions, decisions.

I raid my closet and look for an outfit for tonight. I'm not sure where I'm going but I have an idea of how I want to look. Your outfit always sets the tone for a evening out. Tonight, I decide on a a powder blue button down, open at the chest of course (I didn't get these swallow tattoos for nothing), Black skinny jeans (they go with everything, you know), black Chelsea boots, and a fedora and a cross necklace for accessories.

To me, this outfit says I'm approachable yet on the market looking to flirt. Remember how I told you I woke up on the lawn of my frat house frequently? Well, most of the time, that happens when I find a decent guy (or sometimes girl) and try to be romantic with them. Watch the stars with me, I beg; or Let's get some fresh air and talk. They'll try and humor me but I think they get bored and leave me out there. Niall says I'm an emotional drunk, and I guess he's right. He'll have to record me sometime.

Anyway, getting off topic again, aren't I?

I take a uber to East Main Street. I find it be one of the most regal parts of this city.  There isn't a single building that looks rundown. The street lights create an illumination as you walk down the stores. The only darkness to be seen is in the alleyways. Another hidden gem is the nightlife. Not too many college students go here. You'll find most on West Main Street due to the cheaper prices, but not me. I enjoy the somewhat older crowd. It just has a more charismatic vibe to it if you ask me. I know you didn't, but this is my story so deal with it.

I decide to enter Nautical Twilight. I don't feel like dancing though for some reason. I just want to sip on a tonic and gin and people watch.

There's the classic newly divorced woman trying to find her bearings in the corner, writing her name on a napkin. Boring. Eww. There's a old bald guy trying to hit on a twenty something waitress. Eww. Maybe this was a bad idea. This is not what I had hoped for at all.

After spending more money than I planned on at the bar, I decide to leave. It's lame tonight. Yet, as I walk out the door, I see something that catches my eye.

A man in a leather jacket has someone pinned against the wall.

In order to access the situation, I pause the moment. I don't want to jump to conclusions. I first observe the man in the leather jacket. He smells of whiskey. The way his body is positioned make him look like he's trying to hurt the other guy in some way.

Unpause.

This is getting nowhere. I can't tell what's happening.

I sit down on a bench between two trees that are growing out of the sidewalk and pretend to look at my phone, trying to overhear the conversation.

"Look, it's $400. Either you pay upfront or I don't go." The one pinned to the wall snaps.

Leather jacket douche bag leans in closer to the guy and pounds his fist. "I'll pay you after. Now come on. You're making me late!"