Invisible String

Chapter 6 - Treacherous

We discussed our plans for an hour before deciding on something. After much deliberation, I changed into a black mini dress and sensible chunky heels, and we ended up going out for lunch around one-thirty. 

Afterward, we went to this nearby theatre that only shows older movies. We watched An Affair to Remember, ate popcorn, then explored the neighborhood. It was loud but certainly quieter than Times Square, which we avoided that day. Sandra had visited me at least six times since I moved to New York a few years back and each time, we visited at least one tourist attraction. This time we chose to go see Coney Island after our walk. I hadn't been there since I moved out here and she'd really wanted to go. It was enjoyable. We rode on the Ferris wheel, ate cotton candy, and took photos in a photo booth to remember the occasion by. We both paid for separate ones, so we'd have different pictures to look at later.

As we were leaving, she tucked her arm through mine.

"This was the perfect first day," she said.

I leaned my head against her shoulder and nodded in agreement.

"Now, can we drink?" she asked.

I nodded again and we laughed as we waved for a taxi. It took a few minutes to catch one, but finally, a yellow cab pulled up before us and we hopped in. We asked the driver to take us to the closest club. It was around nine at night by the time we made it there, and already very busy. We waited in line for a short time, but the bouncer got a glimpse of Sandra about ten minutes in and he waved us forward. He flirted with her and she worked her magic on him and he let us in quickly.

As soon as the door opened, the smell of liquor, vomit, sweat, and various colognes and perfumes overwhelmed us so much so that we both broke into brief coughing fits as we walked over to the bar. The club was massive, housed in a part of some old factory that had been renovated. It was illuminated by glow sticks and flashing lights that ran across the room periodically. The music was so loud I could barely hear my own thoughts. I held Sandra's hand tightly as she waved the bartender over with a twenty. She ordered two drinks as we flashed our I.D.'s, then let him keep the change.

"You okay?" she shouted in my ear, and it was still nearly inaudible.

"I will be," I yelled back, waved my drink in the air and her eyebrows raised and she nodded.

I downed my drink quickly. She drank hers almost as fast. We'd gotten squished away from the bar by the mass amounts of people who desired liquor and had to fight to make it back to the bar. A man standing next to Sandra flagged down the bartender, then turned to her and asked what she wanted. Her lips curved up, exposing her beautiful, perfect teeth, outlined by her red lipstick, and she touched his arm, using her charm once again. Our next round was on him.

He winked at me and gestured to his friend, standing behind him. They were both attractive, but neither of us were interested in a fling. Sandra was a bi-sexual woman, but in a relationship already, and I was in... whatever I was in with Alex. So we smiled and thanked them but ultimately walked away.

I drank the second drink just as fast as the first and set the empty glass on a random table as we passed by it. I was already tipsy from the two drinks and I grabbed onto Sandra's hand and led her out onto the big glowing dance floor. She beamed as we danced our way through the crowds. We stopped halfway in, and the music was the loudest there. She'd ditched her glass somewhere, too, and with both hands free, she grabbed onto my waist and turned me around.

We danced with my back to her front. She rubbed up and down me, then I'd return the favor. Every now and then, she'd spin me around, and we rubbed against each other's fronts. It might have appeared rather sexual to the casual observer, but we had always danced like this for fun. However, when I turned around, she moved her face right behind my ear and breathed onto my neck, which is one of my weakest spots and she knew that. She rubbed her hands up my sides and I could only assume that she'd had too much to drink.