(Angelica is pictured above also slight trigger warning)
I walk in with Pete and Alex immediately catching eyes with an almost perfect person. Mid black hair with a single white streak and blueish-green eyes. Our eyes met as she swung around flawlessly on the glass pole bending in a way I couldn't imagine.
"Who is she?" I ask.
"Angelica. New addition to Scranton." Alex replied signaling the bartender over for shots.
"New addition, eh?" Pete says nudging Alex "Of course you would know," he snickers downing a shot, gagging at the sour taste. I roll my eyes at my friends and continue staring at her. She stares back at me, smirking then climbs the pole hooking her leg around as she falls gracefully down with her hair fanning out around her.
"Here take this and go talk to her." Pete hands me a ten dollar bill as if I know what to do. The music changes to some upbeat smooth sexual rhythm while I walk over to her awkwardly.
I reach a set of chairs near her, she smirks as she climbs down the stairs moving her hips to the beat of the music. When she gets to me she pushes me against the chair straddling my waist. The music intensifies as my breathing shallows. She grinds against me slow, agonizingly slow. I allow her to do what she wants seeing as I have no idea what to do. She bends so I hold thighs, keeping her in place.
She comes back up riding my lap slowly. Keeping direct eye contact. She leans into my ear and whispers, "Pay up.". She walks back to her pole and prepares to do a music box.
"Talented," Alex says grabbing on to my shoulder.
"This isn't what I'm used to. But...but I think I like it?" I reply shifting uncomfortably trying to cover my throbbing cock with my jacket walking over to the bar.
After a few more shots, more like 10 shots, of some random concoction I begin to feel an overwhelming wave of guilt wash over me. A feeling of why and how. Why was I here? How did I let him go so easily? And just like that tears. I was drunk out of my mind crying over my ex in front of Pete, Alex, and... Angelica.
I hated this. Not having him with me. When he told me how he felt, I should have listened. I shake my head, not letting the thoughts consume me
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"You're never home!" Ryan exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. "You always work, sleep and fuck me over!"
"Ryan, calm down." I exhale knowing that I'm in deep shit. "No, Brendon! You barely speak to me unless you want a quickie or dinner on the table!" "That's not true! You know I love you!" I scream back. He starts storming towards me. "What if I don't love you huh?" Ryan lowers his voice and says into my face.
"Then maybe you should leave me." I slap Ryan hard knocking him to the floor.
"I am," Ryan says between breaths while getting up. I could see tears forming as he ran out the front door. I felt like shit.
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I sigh, running a hand through my hair. I get up to see if I can find Alex or Pete to see if we can leave. Stumbling, I find them both near the front entrance of the dinky strip club shoving their tongues down each other's throat. Don't get me wrong it was hot but that's the last thing I need when I'm an emotional mess.
"Uh" I clear my throat. "Sorry to interrupt but could we get outta here?" They continue to drunkenly make out waving me away.
"Looks like they are pretty busy." I turn around to see glowing blueish-green eyes reflecting in the pink and purple strobe lights. She was dressed less like a prostitute. Not necessarily a bad thing but not a good thing.
"Angelica right? I'm Bren--" She cuts me off.
"Brendon. I know. Your buddy Alex told me a lot about you." I gulp and reply,
"Good things, I hope?" I say awkwardly
"Mostly."
"If you need a ride I could take you guys?" She suggests
"Thank you but I must decline. We have a car we must return."
"Sucks to be you." She takes the drink out of my hand and raises the glass to her lips, downing the shot in seconds sassily quirking an eyebrow.
"Bye, Moury," Angelica says to the bartender walking to the exit.
"Kay boys, let's wrap it up!" Moury says starting to load dishes.
Alex pulls away pecking Pete's lips a few more times before pulling away completely with a satisfied smile. They are so fucking cute it makes me feel sick and lonely.
"Whos driving us home?" Pete was getting tired and anxious.
