my english love affair || afi (slow updates)

three

I was looking for attention, needed intervention....

xxx

Not gonna lie, the club was awfully crowded. The sea of bodies packed in this building was probably somewhere really close to the size of the actual Pacific Ocean. The four of us were squished, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder to each other at the small bar towards the back of the club. 

"Man, I should've stayed back at our hangout, I don't do well with this many people," Michael muttered from the left of me as he took multiple glances around the club. "I'd have been much happier if I could've stayed in with pizza and some good TV for the night." I rolled my eyes; I should've expected Michael to be the first one to start complaining.  

"If you were to stay back at the house, you'd probably miss out on some great girl action, to be honest," I replied to his complaint as my eyes scanned the options of alcoholic beverages on display in front of us.

"Great girl action? What would you even know about that, you haven't even gotten any action, like, your whole life," Michael retorted as he shot me a sarcastic grin.

"Excuse you, Mr. Clifford, but I can confirm that what you have just said is in fact, a lie. Within the twenty years I have walked this planet, I have gotten some girl action."

"Yeah, a kiss from your mum," Michael chuckled, obviously wanting to play the obnoxious role.

"Shut up, that is so not true!" I laughed and gave the side of Michael's head a quick flick with my index finger, earning an, "Ow, you dick," from Michael. "That shouldn't even hurt, ya wimp. That was my finger!" 

"Will the two ten year-olds please stop bickering?" Calum complained from my right side. "It's annoying as all hell."

"What, are you on your man period or something?" Michael asked, having to raise his voice to talk over the blaring music and the hollers of intoxicated individuals. 

"Yes, actually, how'd you know?" Calum retorted. 

"Guys, c'mon, let's do something instead of being sitting ducks!" Luke yelled from his seat on the other side of Calum. I nodded in agreement. "Let's start off by getting some drinks in our bodies, yeah?" 

Michael waved over the bartender, who was a petite young woman. By the absolutely excited look on her face (note the sarcasm), I could tell that she really must absolutely positively love her job (note this sarcasm, too). She stood before the four of us, eyeing us with suspicion. 

"Are you boys old enough to be drinking?" she asked, her eyes drifting to none other than the baby Luke Hemmings. 

"Yes, actually. We're all the age we should be to drink," Calum responded. 

The bartender seemed to believe that Calum was telling the truth, yet she looked like she was having a hard time believing that Luke was older than eighteen. As if reading her thoughts, Luke let out a sigh and said, "Yes, I'm eighteen, I turn nineteen in like, two months."

"Ah," was all the bartender said in return. She twisted a strand of her beach blonde hair in between her index and middle fingers before asking, "What can I get you boys?"

We patiently sat there as the bartender prepared our drinks. After two minutes she set our beverages in front of us. "Enjoy," she said. She shot a quick wink at Michael before turning and leaving the four of us to take another group's order. 

"Oh Michael, you're gonna get some," Calum laughed as he brought his drink to his lips. 

"She probably does that to every guy with oddly colored hair," Michael replied as he drummed his fingers on the countertop and not-so-inconspicuously checked out the bartender.