Behind You (gxg)

D - is for Dance

Saturday afternoon came and went and I still hadn't heard anything from Lilah; I started to accept that she probably just couldn't make it. Maybe I had come on a bit strong asking her to join, but she seemed pretty excited so who knows.

It was now later in the evening and I had just finished washing my dishes after a quick chicken wing dinner. It was around 7:30pm and I figured I had more than enough time to take a shower, pick out a decent outfit and be ready for when my friend Erin came around 9 to pre-drink. Clubs these days charge an arm and a leg just for a few shots, so I had gone to the liquor store early to pick up some spirits.

I grabbed a clean towel out of the dryer, noted that I need to put away the clean clothes tomorrow, and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower. After stripping out of my comfy clothes and turning on the water, I got into the shower feeling the lukewarm water engulf me. I never liked my showers too hot, if it was colder then it reminded me of the lake water which gave me peace. Every summer as a kid, my family would road trip to a new lake or conservation park, nature was and is always something we appreciate.

After I showered, dried off, and applied some shea butter lotion, I walked into my room naked and looked inside my closet. Luckily my curtains were shut otherwise the world would get a free view of my hot bod, and by hot bod I mean my pretty-average-I-have-two-muscles bod. I was more on the athletic side due to all the swimming and jogging, but I wasn't really muscular or anything.

And now the hard part: The outfit. I wanted to wear something comfy because I didn't want to feel constrained while dancing, and I also get hot very quickly. I settled for some very ripped black skinny jeans and a black tank top. Over the tank top I half-way buttoned a short sleeve pattern white button-down. At least if I got too hot I could unbutton it, and when we'd go outside it would offer me a bit more warmth than nothing. I messily tossed my wet hair and put on my favorite metal necklace. I had gotten it at an amusement park weirdly enough, but I love it. It was simple yet abstract, a small rectangular metal pendant with a weird design cut into the middle. On each wrist I wore a wooden beaded bracelet, and on my right thumb a steel ring with a similar design cut into it.

Perfectly androgynous.

I checked my phone to see the time (and maybe to see if Lilah texted) and saw that it was almost 9 o'clock, which meant that Erin should be here soon. I went to plug my phone in at the outlet in the kitchen and started to take out two glasses and some chips. Soon after I heard some very loud and obnoxious banging on my door accompanied by "Open this bitch door before I smash it with Thor's hammer!"

Rolling my eyes and yelling back "Calm your tits,' I went to open the door and smacked Erin upside the head. "Hey diva I have neighbours who can hear you ya know?" I laughed at her innocent shrug as she pushed through into the apartment. She set her backpack on the counter and proceeded to take out two bottles of hard liquor, a six-pack of beer, and a mickey of Sourpuss which she knows I love. She also took out a bunch of candy and a few chocolate bars out.

"Shit Erin, are we getting trashed or stoned? What's with all the munchies?" I laughed at the wide assortment on the counter.

"Oh shush, you love me, and I splurged a bit, but damn can't a bro just have a good night out?" She said as she grabbed the shot glasses for us. "Rum or tequila?"

"Tequila" I said and cracked open a beer to use as a chaser. A part of me felt a little bit bummed out that Lilah never messaged so I figured some tequila would cheer me up.

"A toast to getting trashed!" Erin announced and we clinked our shooters before downing them and cringing. I took a big chug of my beer to try and kill the burn, Erin then looked me straight in the eye.