You're My All

Life

Santos

Another day another adventure as the guys always said. They were as outgoing and outrageous as it gets. I was too but on a much more sane normal type level in comparison to these guys. They were wild beasts. It wasn't unexpected considering all the daring things they did, but I didn't join in every time sometimes I'd have fun being the hype man or in some cases their wing man, rather than getting wasted. It was mainly so I could be the alert one and ensure we could make our way home. Although I'll admit these guys sure did know how to have a good time they'd almost make you want to shirk your responsibilities of taking care of them and join it.

We were heading inside a club for the umpteenth time in the past year. I'd lost count of the many different clubs that they'd dragged me to.

Inside the club was lit a deep dark red, with booths around the inner perimeter, their seats a deep red leather with brown wooden tables in the middle accompanied by menus on top stating the variety of drinks and small meals they sold, there was a black velvet trim lining the head rests all the way around the top. The room was smokey from the hookah that was apparently allowed inside. Flavours like cherry, watermelon and pineapple scents wafted towards me caressing my nose like a warm blanket. The heat from all the bodies touching, jumping and dancing wrapped around me and the smell of sweaty bodies hit my nose dismissing the sweet fragrance of the hookah as I gazed around.

The bar in the middle of the club was an island shape with people sat chatting and laughing loudly having a good time - unlike me. It's not that I refused to have a good time it was just that I was so worn out from today all I wanted to do was go home and rest, any other day and I would've been up to it but today took the energy right out of me.

I began to head towards the empty chair and order myself a drink, I wasn't a heavy drinker but I was sure I would be in need of some good medicine if I intended on hanging out here for a while.

As I proceeded to walk I felt a hand grab me and a voice booming in my ears, I peered down and looked at the hand - I hated people touching me unless it was really necessary I wasn't the touchy feely kinda guy. I removed my gaze at the hand and looked up to find my friend Lucas staring at me, his eyes alive with excitement, I chuckled to myself.

"Hey duuuuuddee, don't tell me your already heading to sit down on that barstool all alonneeee? What you waiting for your knight in shining armour to come and whisk you away?" He shouted with glee I could smell that he had already managed to locate the nearest few bottles of alcohol and devour them. 

I punched him in the stomach jokingly, he gave me the finger whilst wheezing and laughing at the same time.

"Hell no," I laughed. "I'm just here to chill and take a load of, you guys do your thing, one of us has gotta be sober enough to stay alert "

I wasn't a light weight drinker unlike these guys, it would take at least four bottles for me to be shit faced drunk as a skunk. Unlike these guys, all it took was half a bottle and they were ouuutttt of it.

"Come on live a little, I see some hot chicks over there at that corner booth let's go holla at them" he continued.

I opened my mouth to refuse but he had already pushed me in front of him as if he knew I'd carry on walking. There was no way of escape because the rest of the gang came out of nowhere almost simultaneously, as they heard Lucas make some sort of noise behind me signalling that he'd found me and was going to deliver me to my rightful home with them in the kingdom of booze, sex and 'off the chain' as they would call it dares.