His Claws On My Neck [Completed]

Chapter 4: Club Night

"Just a cut below the shoulder, please."

It was the following day, and she had just decided to go to a hair parlor to cut her hair. It was a spur-of-the-moment feeling, because she was feeling down, and she heard that cutting your hair makes you feel lightheaded and uplifts your mood in an instant. It might just be her being tired of her waist-long dark brown hair or because she was miserable, but either will still make her cut her hair. 

Besides, her hair will go to donation to make the wigs of cancer kids so it didn't make Leal feel bad since it was cut off for a good cause. Once the cut was over, her mouth was agape while looking at the unfamiliar person in her reflection. She softly touched her hair,  its soft strands kissing her palm and falling back elegantly. Her head indeed felt light. It was a beautiful shoulder-length cut with soft curls. She loves it. 

"Thank you so much," she smiled at the kind hairdresser and paid for the service. 

As soon as she left the parlor, she stopped outside, looking at the far avenue where a two-story building captured her attention where rays of colorful blinding lights reached her eyes, the feeling of euphoria from inside the club reaching her. 

She's never been inside a club before, especially one in New York, where clubs are where it's at. The club wasn't at its highest peak yet because there was still daylight. From what she knows, clubs are like werewolves that feel more alive when there's moonlight rather than sunlight. Giddily, she booked an Uber to take her back to Izzy's condo. She knows Izzy has been to every bar in the state. She's just that wild party-goer who has a decent job. No offense meant.  

"Izzy!" 

She beamed at her who was busy cutting cloths in her living room. Leal's smile slightly faltered at the sight of the mess Izzy created but kept them plastered. She'll need her help to fully enjoy a night at the bar. 

"Hey, babe, looking good," Izzy complimented as she saw Leal's new cut. She quickly thanked her and sat in front of her on the floor. 

Izzy, who was biting on a pin, frowned at her. "Yes?" 

"Well, I saw a club earlier," she started. Izzy's eyes slowly widened. "And I thought I'd like to experience a night at the club. You know, to enjoy, have fun..." 

Izzy aggressively held both her shoulders and repeatedly pushed and pulled her in excitement. 

"You wanna party?! Sure!" She squealed and left her things on the floor as she ran to her wardrobe, already picking out an outfit for both of them. 

Izzy knew Leal was finally loosening up. She's looking for outlets where she can experience happiness to take a break from everything that's been happening and Izzy won't let this chance to make her happy pass. 

She picked a coral bodycon mini-dress for Leal. It was perfect for her—classy, yet sexy. Leal never wears dresses; only skirts, and pants, so the fitted dress will be new for her, but if she's escaping the environment she's currently in, she'll have to stop wearing clothes or things that remind her of it. 

The best way to move on is to change one's environment. 

That was a lesson Izzy learned the hard way. 

Leal went to the bathroom to change, while Izzy changed in her wardrobe. She was wearing a black bodycon leather dress and the perfect black Louboutins. She especially picked red suede pumps for Leal because it was perfect for her. They added a few more accessories before going and a few minutes later, they were already in the car, on the way to an elite club.

"Let's drink a few shots then dance to loosen up, alright?" 

Leal nodded as she let Izzy lead her first-time clubbing experience. Inside the club were mixed people, all in the different stages of intoxication. It was dim inside, with a single disco bar with various lights the only light source of the whole first floor.