"Lace? Does this look okay?" I asked, walking out of her flat's bathroom into the living room. I was wearing a red peplum dress that came half way down my thy, a black leather jacket and black wedge heels.
"Damn Maggie, you're going to drop some jaws tonight!" She squealed, running up to me and playing with my hair.
"I don't want to drop jaws, I don't even want to go." I rolled my eyes, a habit that I should probably stop.
"Listen, I know you're upset about Harry and I know you want to lie in your bed and watch shitty chick flicks and read cheesy love stories and whatever else you do, but I'm doing this for you! You haven't left the flat all summer and it is not healthy!" She said,
As much as I hate to say it, she was right. I needed to stop moping around over my ex-boyfriend. We had only been together for a month or so but for me that was enough time to become so infatuated in him that I was still upset about it 3 weeks later.
"You know Lace? You're right. Let's go, what time did you say we would be there?" I smiled, maybe if I acted happy I'd begin to believe it myself.
"7 30, so lets leave now." She clapped her hands excitedly and grabbed her bag, I applied one more layer of lipstick before we left.
Suddenly it occurred to me that he might be there and then I began to panic. What if he was with a girl and they were grinding together or something. I knew myself well enough to judge that I physically couldn't handle watching that or even picturing it in my head, the thought made me feel nauseous.
"Please don't make me do this." I begged. I'd had too much thinking time in the car, and all the possibilities of what could happen tonight had managed to run their way through my imagination in 20 minutes.
And I actually wasn't just reluctant to go because I wanted to go home and cry over my recent break up, I wasn't much of a party person either. In fact, I was anything but the type of girl who liked to go out, get drunk, grind with some random hottie then go home and forget it all the next morning. There was just nothing appealing about it to me.
Sure, I could see why people wanted to get drunk, and I didn't mind having a few drinks with friends or a glass of wine at a meal but the excessively loud music and the sweaty desperate people trying to grind on you never really interested me much.
"Maggie, you know this will be good for you! And plus, this isn't all about you! You know that I'm doing this for you anyway, but Dave's going to be here tonight and you know how much I like Dave so I would really really appreciate it if you would come with me and do this for me, Just give me two hours, please." She pleaded, and of course I just followed her into the club because it was true; I knew how much she liked Dave.
"Fine." I gave in .Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, and I didn't have to drink anything anyway. And I wanted to meet Dave too, because Lace had gone on about him non stop since last Tuesday, the day he took her order in an old coffee shop down town and had left his number on her receipt which she still had in her purse because it was "sweet and significant".
Once we were inside the club Lacey told me to follow her to the back corner which was a mission since we had to cut across the dance floor, receiving glares from those who were 'in the zone'.
"Laceyyyy!" A tall man with broad shoulders, dark brown short hair and blue eyes called on Lacey and I immediately knew that he was Dave. And Dave was right enough; just her type. He looked a couple of years older than her, but we were over 18 so at least it was legal. He was very muscly, his arms were probably the size of my head which scared me and turned me on at the same time.
"Daveyyy!" She giggled, I wanted to die on the spot at the horrendous nickname but for some sad reason, fate wasn't going to let that happen. "This is my friend, Maggie. Maggie, this is Dave." She smiled, grabbing my wrist slightly to pull me towards Dave and his friends.
"Nice to meet you." I smiled, shaking his hand with my free one, he smiled back and gripped my hand, shaking it a little too hard for comfort.
"I'm gonna go to the bar, do you want anything?" I asked Lacey, she brushed me off and told me she was good for now, so I went on my own to get myself a drink.
Maybe alcohol would help me through the night.
