Tragic Smile

Unwanted Guests (9)

I sat on the dance floor in the empty club, blowing up balloon after balloon after balloon. I had been here for three hours adding decorations, making flyers and putting a promotion post on the clubs social media.

I can't believe tomorrow was the big day. I still had so much to do but thankfully it was only nine in the morning.

I couldn't stop thinking about my date last night with Jack. I hadn't felt this way in such a long time I didn't know if I should be feeling like this either.

I found myself smiling as I tied a knot in what felt like the millionth balloon. I pictured Jack sitting beside me in the car when he was driving, with one muscular arm controlling the wheel.

He wasn't exactly ugly to look at anyway which didn't make the situation any harder. I wonder how he felt about me?

Was I not enough to keep him interested? I have no idea how it works in the outside grown up world.

When I met Sid I was so young, bursting with confidence, heck I was still a kid. Nothing compared to now, I feel like my insides ached at the thought of being alone with him. Never mind doing the deed.

"It's looking good in here." I heard Nick's voice as I was setting up our VIP booths.

"You think so?" I asked, with a smile. I was quite proud of myself.

He was heading towards the bar wearing an expensive looking suit. "Yeah it's looking really fitting for the theme, good job." He said proudly.

I watched him for a few seconds, he reached for a glass from above his head and then a whiskey bottle. I looked at him concerned, "is everything okay?"

He poured a small amount in to the glass before necking the entire thing. "Yeah fine." He muttered. I could tell he was lying.

I put the table decorations down and walked to him. I sat down at one of the stools at the other side of the bar as he repeated the process. "Talk to me. What's happened? Why are you necking whiskey at ten in the morning?" I asked softly.

"Nothing Olivia. Just do what you have to do." He threw the contents of the glass back once more.

"This is what I have to do. Tell me what's wrong with you?" I demanded to know.

"I'm just having some girl trouble." He admitted. He was about to pour some more whiskey but I reached out for it and took it away from him.

"Girl trouble how?"

He leaned on the bar and sighed, "she's just being difficult."

"Explain?"

"So I've been seeing her for three months now and I just want to make things official but she's having none of it." He complained.

I instantly felt bad for him. "Why isn't she wanting to to be official?" I asked.

"I mean, I get it. I've had to cancel two or three dates because I'm snowed under with this place. She thinks I'm too busy for a relationship." He sighed.

That broke my heart. He was unable to settle down because of work. "Then teach me stuff and we'll half the responsibility." I offered.

I needed something to keep me busy now that I'm not working. I also needed something to tide over the rent every month.

He didn't say anything for a few seconds, "let's just see how tomorrow night goes first." He seemed still a little bit unsure.

An idea popped in to my head, "well why don't you invite her? Then just show her what she's missing out on." I suggested with a grin on my face.