Reaching my destination, I looked up comparing the product to the picture I saw online. The building had brown bricks and neon lights that spelled out Erin's, it was a little more dimmer than the picture but it'll do. The music was loud enough for me to hear quite clearly, and I'm across the street. Small groups of friends were huddled together walking into the bar. Nerves started to rattle my bones.
Hopefully I don't puke on my way in.
Continuing on my way; I looked both ways before crossing the street.
Walking in I was met with a dimmed room and a lot of laughter. If I wasn't used to blasting music on my headphones to ignore the people around me, my ears would probably be bleeding by how loud the music was.
Tables outlined the walls while a large dance floor where several people dancing upon centered the room. The floor was lit by neon lights and a disco ball over head for cliche decoration. The bar was over to the right of me and a few people were chatting there with the bartenders.
I walked over to an empty bar stool a little ways away from where the cluster of people were. Someone behind the counter noticed me and immediately walked over with a smile that I could tell was forced.
"Welcome to Erin's, what can I get you?"
"A margarita please."
"Sure." The waiter got on to making the drink while I looked around, making sure not to accidentally make eye contact with anyone by glancing over their heads.
"Here you go sir."
"Ah, thank you." I smiled before taking a small sip.
I sat for what I think was another five minutes sipping solemnly on my drink, trying not to look sad by picking at my cuticles. I let out a sigh swirling the straw in the drink.
"Hey." someone tapped my shoulder.
"Uh, hi." not entirely sure why someone was talking to me.
"My name is Jiho."he smiled and put his hand out in front of me.
"I'm Yoongi." I took his hand.
"Cute."
"I guess." I scratched my neck.
Jiho laughed, "Come dance with me." He pulled my arm lightly.
