Take my hand

~And so it begins~

These violent delights have violent ends....

I had never enjoyed a party scene. But Rose did, and I loved her, so I pretended to enjoy the clubs and parties we'd go to.
"Hey, I'm gonna go outside. Get some fresh air." I always let Rose know where I was, so she didn't worry. I walked past the bar and found my way out the back alley. It was cold and dark, and I didn't bring a jacket. I slumped against the cold, damp wall and sighed. I was shaking, it was colder than I imagined it would be. I mean it was the middle of spring, yet it was icy. I cursed the short black dress that Rose had put me in, if I had of worn what I wanted this wouldn't of happened, but it's the price I pay for dating a party girl. I throw my head against the wall and close my eyes. Just as I begin to zone out a hear footsteps coming towards me, I quickly jump up and grab my house keys between my fingers.
"Stay back! I have a weapon" I yell towards the dark figure. It's definitely a male, the shoulders are too large to be female and they are walking too heavy to be in heels.
"Hey,hey, woah, woah, woah. It's ok. I'm not gonna mug you, or attack you or anything like that. I'm just here to pick up a friend. Although it seems like you need to be picked up too, can I offer you a ride home? I mean you don't have to but-"
"It's ok." I sigh "I'm waiting for my girlfriend. She's a bit intense" I sigh again. She really was intense.
"Oh, haha. So what you're like a lesbian?" The male brain was puzzling.
"Uh, no. Bi, like bisexual." I was hoping he at least would know that.
"Oh, cool. Me too." I hadn't gotten a good look at this mystery man but if my 'gaydar' was correct I was dumb not to see it earlier. Painted nails, eyeliner, and doc martens. It was almost comedic. I could see him better in the lighting off the club door, than I could in the dark alley.
"Well, I should probably get my girlfriend. She's probably drunker than any hangover cure could handle." He giggled.
"Haha. I don't know, my girlfriend is pretty intense" we both laughed.
"I'm uh, Elijah. Yea yea, 'odd name' blah blah. My parents were more than likely high when naming me." He rambled. It was cute.
"Haha it's nice. I'm Hera. Also an odd name." I giggled. I never giggled. It was different. But different wasn't so bad.
Just as we were getting into a conversation, through the back door came out a beautiful, tall and blonde super model, and just my luck, she clung onto the boy.
"Oop, there you go." He chuckled as he helped the stumbling woman up. He bent down and swapped her seemingly never ending stilletos for comfortable nikes. He assisted her up, sent a smile that said 'I'm sure we'll meet again soon' and helped her a car. He went around to the drivers side and drive away. And so I was left there waiting for my hot mess of a girlfriend to arrive.
...
Half an hour went by and I decided that she had probably had enough time in there so I went in. Or at least tried. The club door was locked shut.
"SHIT!" I exclaimed. So I went around front hoping that the door just wasn't able to open from the outside only to find that the club had closed half an hour ago...