Wrong Beauty

This Glass Table Girl

We sat in our usually spot, wiping the imaginary dust off of my seat. Henny was already given out. By 1am, I had drank about 4 glasses. Hawk had found a few girls on the floor leaking out the pure essence of drunk.

Hawk: Aw man! Look who I found.

She looked so sloppy, I mean, she tumbled everywhere. Her drunken language was almost fluent.

Stacy: H-Hig.. I'm. I'm- Staggy.

She staggered her palm to my thigh, her  eyes were too low. I smiled at hawk.

Hawk: Whoa there, not so fast *grins*

Stacy: I'm.. staggy!

Hawk: Come on 'Staggy' dance this way. Let's go clumsy. *helps her up*

Hawk took her to the center and came back and plopped on the leather seat with a red cup.

Abel: well isn't she fast at work. *smerks*

Hawk: La'Mar should've came. I bet he won't be trying to hop her ass no more.

We were practically there all night buzzed up from the addies in my pocket. It was..shit, I don't know about 3am almost. Stacy had found her way on the bar tables along with 3 other girls. Drunk dancing has to be the funniest thing.
I sat and sipped my concoction. The only drunk dancer was Stacy, the other three moved well. The dancer in all black caught me the most, she swayed in a way. My eyes followed her body all the way up, her hips rocking in a motion that seemed oh so hypnotizing. She held a bottle of Chardonnay in her hand and crashed it to the ground. The small crowd bursted in satisfaction.

Hawk: Get off your ass Abe! We've been here for hours and you have moved. Go find some ass or something.

Abel: Nah man. I'm simmering.

Hawk: Simmering? Nigga, get yo pale ass up! *pulls him up* Go get one of those glass table girls. You've been lookin' in that direction for a long time.

I swallowed the rest of my mix.

Abel: alright, alright.

I strutted to the center, and stood behind the girl slimmed in all black. She had moved from the table to the floor. I kinda mirrored her rock and placed my hand on her front thigh, she didn't look back, just deepened her rock. And I grinned when she backed a little into me. Her body stood out to me, it felt very familiar but since I was buzzed out everything felt familiar. I slid my fingers down her arms to her hands and turned her around slowly so I could see her full figure. My eyes hover to hers.

Abel: ...

Jordan:....

Our pauses were so long and all of a sudden I was sober, sober as hell. We dropped hands slowly. She looked different, her features were peaked. I was more pale than ever. I had felt the flush. Her mouth had opened then closed. And she backed away slowly then suddenly.

Abel: Jordan..wait.

Her stare was close then distant. I took steps toward her but by then she'd ran off like a deer through the forest. The crowd closed around me before I could catch her hand.

Abel: ughh. Shit!

The first time I had seen her in over a year and she slips away..just like that. But I saw her again.
Because she had dropped her phone in that process. My heart smiled.
She was best girl I had ever grabbed from the table.