Lily has always been a typical Tanzanian girl with a boring life but everything takes a turn for the better when Lily meets Johnny, she doesn't expect him to like her let alone love her but Johnny is quick to come on to her. Sparks fly all around th...
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I knew good and well that I would not appreciate being out tonight but here I was; it was too loud and everyone was too drunk and for some reason the lounge was filled with smoke. It wasn't the kind of smoke that clubs liked use it was actual smoke – as in smoke from cigarettes, because yes, there were people smoking here.
But I needed to remind myself that I was on a mission. I needed to get laid. It had to happen, I was mostly a prude. Mostly because yeah I have seen what men look like without their clothes but I'd only seen one guy and that was three years ago.
I was 25 and I had only been with one guy. Today I was supposed to meet and then get to know guy number two. Only it wasn't going to happen in here. The music was loud but not loud enough to muzzle all the talking. People were in their chairs either drinking or smoking and yeah well, this was where people came to drink but ugh, I don't even like to drink.
Still I took the glass of red label and added a bit more coke before I downed it like a shot. I'd prefer wine but my friends and I are all contributing to buy this bottle. I might as well drink it.
"I'm going to the bathroom," I told my closest friend Lana Lionel; she was a goddess, tall and curvy and her boobs! I mean whew!
"Do you want me to come with you Lily?" she asks me, I usually would but she's with her boyfriend and I don't want to ruin their night.
"I'm good," I say as I get off my stool, I am already dizzy because I am a lightweight maybe it comes with being so small or because I rarely drink but still. I hold on to my chair as I wonder why it is so high.
I walk slowly so no one else notices that I am a drunk girl walking alone and then I get to the washrooms. They are all packed and it doesn't smell very nice inside so I step outside and wait.
I find myself looking up at the stars the way I always do. I've always liked them and if I wasn't a Taurus I might of have tried to pursue astronomy or something like that. Instead I had to settle for looking at them.
I google facts here and there but there are often terms I can't truly understand-
"Full moon," someone says and I don't even turn to look at who it is before I say "Yeah. It's so pretty." I must be shit faced because I never talk to strange men especially when they follow me to the bathroom or whatever.
"Yeah," he says "kinda like you." I turn to look at him then. I don't know, I guess I have an okay looking face at most but I'm not pretty. I have my father's face, I have my mother's body so they sort of even out. But I love it when someone calls me that, mostly because I don't believe it.
He's good looking, like, gorgeous, like Taylor Swift's boyfriend kind of gorgeous. But in a black way, he has chocolate colored skin, a soft boyish face and his hair is in a buzz cut but his smile! Oh my. I feel like I've seen his smile but I can't seem to recall where. He's really tall too. I mean much taller than me because I'm barely scraping 5'2.
"You're not so bad yourself," I smile at him and then return to the stars.
"Thanks," he says and then to make conversation he asks "why are you out here?"
"It's too loud back there," I point to the lounge, it's not much better here but I don't hear the people talking.
He laughs and then waves and then I'm alone.
I am still thinking of how cute he is when I get back to my table. There were four of us when I left, Lana and her boyfriend Mjuni, me and Jerry. Jerry is my oldest friend and neighbor, we grew up next to each other and we have managed to be a part of each other's lives all our lives.
He was waiting for some of his friend though. I guess they are here because there are four other people and the guy from the bathroom is among them. I can almost remember where I have seen him before. Almost. Maybe I would of have been able to recall him perfectly if I was sober.
"Hey guys," I say and then take my seat, Lana squeezes my hand and nods towards bathroom guy and I give her an IKR look.
"You're back," Jerry says in his drunk voice which is lazy and slacker like, when he's sober he sounds super serious "there are my friends-" he should have said these but well he's wasted "-Amanda," that's his girlfriend who I haven't met yet because she just landed in Tanzania today, from Canada where my dear friend just finished his masters. Amanda is a red head, her skin is pale but her smile is bright. She has a kind face and she even hugs me. None of Jerry's ex-girlfriends ever hugged me. It's the hazard of having a close male friend; people think there is something else going on between you two.
"This is Sean," Sean is another friend from Canada, he has blue eyes and brown hair, I know his mother was Tanzanian but he has never been here even though she taught him Swahili. The last person must be Johnny, the other Tanzanian guy in his class. I have heard plenty about these people.
I have seen all of them in Jerry's posts, mostly his snaps because his hobby is photography and somehow that means posting pictures of objects and not people. I mean, yeah he takes really nice portraits but unlike me he will not post a picture of tonight.
I will, I look mighty fine in my red bandage dress that barely covers my ass.
"Hey," I say again and they all raise their glasses to me, I take a glass on the table and fill it with coke and a bit more of the red label before I down it.
"I thought that was you," Johnny says and I raise my eye brows in question "by the washroom,"
"Oh!" I say as if I just now remembered that we met there and then I smile at him. I don't know what else to say. I was never good at conversing with cute boys and Johnny isn't just cute but he's confidents too. He has this assurance that comes from coming from a wealthy family and having a wealthy future secured.
I don't know, maybe I'm reaching because coming out tonight means I have to go a few days without lunch at work.
I feel him stare at me but I don't look at him, I down two more glasses before he talks again "You're really pretty," he tells me and then he does something I don't expect. He reaches for my face and moves my braids away, like he wants to see more of me.
Our eyes meet and he just keeps looking at me like I'm fascinating or captivating. I look back, because of the alcohol. I am not blushing or pulling away the way I usually would. I'm looking at him and smiling. I don't even mind that his chair is next to mine and he can't seem to shut up. I don't because I am looking at him too. I know he is captivating.
He has this smile; it's crooked, innocent and egotistical all in one. It makes him look less boyish and more like a man. I like it.
"I'm nowhere near as pretty as you," I tell him and then I laugh – shit, I am that drunk now – I cover my mouth to keep from laughing but it only makes me laugh harder. He laughs with me and then he finally looks away.
Minutes later I realize he looked away to get me some water "You should sober up," he says.
I drink as much as I can. I go to the bathroom again. When I get out he's there.
"This is getting a bit weird," I tell him.
"I just didn't want you to be out here alone when you're so..." he finishes with his hands.
"I'm so what?" I'm flirting with him, I hope he knows.
He looks me straight in my eyes and then...he undresses me with them. He moves from my eyes to my lips and then ever so slowly his eyes devour my chest. He smiles as he goes lower and lower by the time he is done I think he might like my toes.
"Pretty," he says after he's done and his eyes are back on mine.
I laugh and then I do the last thing I would ever expect to "Wanna get out of here?"
