Not Important

A sick start to a relationship

We end up pulling up short of a club.
"Why are we doing something illegal?", I ask her, shocked that she would be so daring as to do this.
"Well, it's not exactly all illegal. My uncle owns this club, and he can get us alcohol", she says, shrugging her shoulders.
"Your uncle would really do that?", I ask her, stunned that I still know so little about her. She nods in amusement, and pulls me towards the doors. We just cut right in front of the queue. The burly man stands right in front of the doors, but Kerry doesn't even need to say a word, as he lets us straight in.

The room is already jam-packed. Sweaty bodies dance on the floor, and people are sitting at the bar with a drink in their hands and chatting people up. Kerry pulls me up to the bar, where we find Georgia, Rachael, and Niamh.
"Hey girls", Kerry says, and the girls say hey back. They, then, turn to me and start talking to me as well as Kerry.
"Where's the others?", Kerry asks them.
"Well, some of them went off to watch the soccer, you know, being bores. And Nick, Tom, James and Kayleigh are all up dancing", Georgia explains.

"Seriously? They're watching football?!", Kerry moans, a frown forming on her face. She stomps towards the doors on the left, and we all follow after her, just wanting to see the show.

She barges through the doors, and we follow after. The guys are there, sitting in chairs with beers on the table or in their hands, shouting at the flat screen tv.
"Hey!", Kerry calls to them, not at all nicely. She stands in front of the TV when the guys don't answer her. They are probably the only ones in here.
"Hey!", they all moan, trying to move a bit so that they can see the screen.
"What did you do that for?", Mark asks her, a face like a four year old that got told that he couldn't have any sweets from the shop.

"Because this is supposed to be all of us hanging out together. Not you lot watching soccer, and leaving the rest of us out there!", she shouts at them. Remind me never to anger Kerry.
"But it's Liverpool!", Mark moans.
At that, I perk up. I look past Kerry to see that it's against Everton.
"Is Gerrard playing, do you know? Or is he still benched?", I ask them, and watch as they all look confused at me, or with jaws hanging open.

"He's playing. They let him back on. Although, Smirnoff should have gotten a red card for tripping him up!", Matt says, sounding flustered with the match.
"Typical", I murmur, only now seeing that Kerry is looking at me with scorn all over her face.
"Not helping?", I guess.
She nods her head at me, then turns back to the guys.

"Get up, and go back into the club!", she orders, and I'm shocked when they all do what she says.

We all head back inside to the the club, and Kerry gets us all drinks from the bar staff.
"Kerry!", a voice calls out, and we all turn around to see a slim man with a black shirt on, walk up to us.
"Uncle Paul!", Kerry calls out, hugging him. He looks like he's squeezing her, or choking her by the power of the hug.

He looks behind her after they hug.
"Hey guys", he says, and they all respond by saying hi and asking how they are all doing.
"Is this a new friend I see?", he asks her, looking at me.
"Yeah. Uncle Paul, this is Devon. Devon, this is my Uncle Paul, the owner of the club", she introduces us.

He shakes my hand and tells me just to ask Roland from the bar to get me a drink of anything for no money. I sit down with Rachael, and we talk.
"So what do you think of the new couple in the group?", she asks me.
"What new couple?", I ask her, frowning. Did Kerry and Mark get together?
"You know, James and Kayleigh", Rachael says, as though it's obvious.
"They're together now?", I ask her.
"Well, not officially. They went on a date yesterday though. And Kayleigh said that they kissed", Rachael says, sounding so excited, like this is the best thing ever.

"Oh", is all I can say.
I'm happy for him, but I don't exactly like Kayleigh. She's kind of a bitch. I'm not judging her or anything. Okay, I am. But, I have gotten to know her quite a bit, and I just don't think she's all that great. She brags about everything that she's done, and has to do better than you in everything. She asked me if I played an instrument, and I said guitar and piano. She said guitar, piano, flute, bass and vocals.