Just Let Go

Cara

Cara

Blake didn't put me down until we reached the bar. But I wasn't interested in another drink, I needed to know Darcy was okay, I scanned the room but I couldn't find her fucking blues, I knew tonight was too much too fast for her,

"Cara, look at me..." Blake's soft voice brings me out of my panicking daze,

"Hudson will have found her, she will be fine. Look, you want to go find her?" The sincerity in his voice matches his hazel eyes. He's ordered another two Rosés for me and Darcy, another bourbon for honey puff and an orange juice for himself. I've noted that he hasn't touched a drop of alcohol all night, perhaps he rode his bike here?

An angry girl barges past me to scream at the bartender. Fucking rude bitch, before I could reach her terrible blonde extensions to pull from her thick skull, Blake pulls me back with a chuckle and we listen to the ranting barbie,

"Can you get security or something for fucks sake, the ladies have been commandeered by two boinking arseholes, the noises are like something out of a bloody porno..I need to fix my fucking make up!" I tap the bitch on the shoulder and inform her that no amount of make up she owns could possibly fix the state in which her face was, grabbed mine and Darcy's drinks and headed back to the table. Blake sidled on in next to me at the booth and reached over to my ear,

"I think we know where Hudson and Darcy are then? I saw him heading that way looking for her" Geez my girl was getting banged in the girls loos, what animal have we unleashed.

"She has her own demons Blake, I just needed to know she was okay." He looked wistful and sipped his orange juice,

"We all have demons Cara, we just need to find someone who's demons play with our own."

I wondered what he meant by that, he could be so deep sometimes but so jovial in others.

"I'm glad you came tonight, Blake." It seemed to do the trick and pull him out of his haze, he turns to me and smiles, running his index finger through one of my stray bits of hair, tucking it behind my ear,

"Me too trouble." His eyes zero in on my lips, which of course I was licking and biting down on, oh yeah, I'm a fucking pro. Something makes me look over to the bar area as a slight clearing forms. A hulk of a man, the same size as Hudson but even broader if that was possible hunches over the bar. I don't know what makes me notice him, but I do. He turns to look in the direction of the loos where my best friend is currently getting her vagina devoured by the Neanderthal..wait..I recognise him I'm sure..FUCK! I jump up and spill Blake's orange juice down him, down is grey shirt. Shit. I look back to the space the hulk occupied but he wasn't there.

"Cara, what the fuck, what's the matter?!" I can't even look at him, but I hear the concern in his voice.

"Nothing, nothing I just thought I saw someone I knew.." Sitting down I realise it couldn't be Foster, he wasn't due out for another two months or so. Fuck Blake and all his talk of fucking demons and shit, got me all hysterical. I turn to Blake who is now smiling in the direction of the loos, where we see Hudson with a shit eating grin and Darcy as red as her shoes, followed by two tanks dressed in black being escorted out!!

Blake whistles next to me laughing as Hudson takes a bow. Darcy having none of it slaps his back and drags him out before the bouncers do it for her.

"Come on trouble, I stink of sunny Floridian oranges now anyway.." Blake holds his hand out for me as I grab my bag and we follow the two freshly fucked faces out of Fixture.