Sympathy for the Devil

part four

In the hazy, private room at the disco, the party was still going strong. Before, Bill knew it, he was on his 7th drink but feeling none of the effects of it. He was high. And goodness, this was the most Star ever heard him speak her whole week with him. He was actually annoying her. Stayin' Alive by the Bee Gee's began to play and she decided to use it to pull Bill away for a bit.

"Oh I love this song," she really didn't care for it, actually. "Will you dance with me Jax, please?"

"Star, I don't-"

"Pretty, please? Just this one song?"

"I actually gotta piss. Excuse me," he said to Nance, still on his lap. He walked to the back of the room where the bathroom was by himself. He didn't realize he was holding it so bad.

"I'll dance with you, baby," Randi said to her.

"I just really want some honey, from my honey," she winked at Randi and excused herself as well.

Star busted through the men's bathroom door and leaned back on it holding it closed with her body. Bill jumped at the sight of her, tilting his body away to cover his dick.

"Christ. This is the men's bathroom what the hell are you doin'?" He griped.

"Are you gonna be cool?" She asked. "I mean, really, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I feel great," he zipped up his pants.

"Just don't overdo it, B'."

"I won't okay?" He quickly washed his hands and met her right at the door. "You did good tonight, Star," he held her small head in his damp large hands. "Like really fucking good."

"God, you're higher than heaven," she laughed at him. "But thank you."

"No thank you," he kissed her forehead.

She smiled at him when he pulled away and then hugged him tightly. She was never praised like this outside of what she could do sexually. She had never felt this kind of affection. It was sweet from the heart. Even if it was just friendly, it felt nice. And besides Bill was high.

"Alright," she let go of him, "they think we're foolin' in here so mess with your zipper while we walk out, okay?"

Bill did so and the night went on. He asked Randi for the time while taking it upon himself, to give himself a bump. Four AM, he told him. And then it dawned on Bill, Star had court at 10 am. He looked over at her dancing having a good time, she caught him looking, and dragged him to his feet. The shitty thing is that he didn't want to leave and also the fact that he didn't care how dumb he looked dancing. And dancing to Brick House by The Commodores, no less. With Star, the brick house, as Randi pronounced her. She turned around, shaking her bum right on his hips. He knew he overdid it with the blow when his hand traveled to her waist, holding her close to his body. For his sake, she was helping him keep the rhythm of the beat. Bill took her hand and spun her out and back in to face him. She positioned herself between one of his legs and held on to his hips as they moved together on her lead.

"I thought you didn't know how to dance?" She laughed.

"Just following you," he laughed with her.

Before they knew it, another hour had passed. And Bill knew they really needed to leave. They said goodbye to the party but not before he got several kisses on the cheek by some of the girls. Outside, they finally got to take a breath of fresh air. They walked a few blocks before Star stopped him at Harlem River Park, taking a seat on a bench, to rest her sore feet.

"I saw some taxi's out around, I'll hail one in a second," Bill said pulling two cigarettes out his pack. Putting both of them in his mouth and lighting them, handing the extra to Star.