I stumbled as my best friend dragged me inside the already live club.
"Damn Sam, fuck you bring me for?" I screamed, already frustrated with the music and the bodies rubbing on me.
"Stop being a baby, Mimi!"
"It smells like hair glue and black leggings in here. Sweaty ass people, don't know to put some damn deodorant." I mumbled.
Soon enough we ended up at the bar. She whispered something in the bartender's ears and soon enough there was a large amount of shots being pushed in front me.
"You just don't listen do you!" I screamed at her, since the defeaning sound of the music was not allowing me to hear her.
"Nope, now drink up and have fun!" she responded and walked away as a random guy asked her to dance.
"Well leave me here, why don't you."
To say I was pissed was an understatement. I had work tomorrow and going to the club was honestly not my idea of a good time. I like the club don't get me wrong but you can only go so many weekends.
"Hi." said a man, interrupting my train of thoughts.
"Hi." I replied in a bored tone.
"Are you okay?" he asked
This guy obviously doesn't know when to back off.
"I'm fine, thank you." I said in a snipped tone.
"My name's Carter. Sean Carter."
I began to laugh.
"That was an actually good James Bond impression."
"Well I try." he said with a smile "You look like you don't want to be here."
"I don't." I simply replied
"Even with me here?"
"Even with you here."
"Well, you wanna go to the coffee shop down the block?" he offered
"How do I know you're not a rapist?"
He looked at me funny.
"Guess you'll have to find out."
I shrugged, got out of my seat and made my way to the door with him following. We entered the coffee shop and talked with him ordering hot chocolate and me, some French Vanilla flavored coffee.
