My height increased significantly as I put on a black hook heel.
The sexy black dress looks so stunning on me. It enhanced my cleavage and reveals a tasteful amount of it. The lingerie type fabric hugged out curves that I honestly didn't know I had to this extent. I am not plain looking. But I am a little compared to Annie. I have doll features and an angelic beauty type. While Annie is the foxy type. She is literally a walking temptation. Guys prefer that. I would too if I was a guy.
Won't I get unnecessary attention over this dress and look? I am feeling a little anxious. Annie looks thrilled about the whole thing. Would not blame her. This is the first time I will be going with her to a nightclub. On the way to the car, I emphasize for the second time, "I will only stay by the bar and have a few drinks. Do not even think of hooking me up with any bastard."
She makes a face of disgust. "Geez. What do you take me for, a pimp? I wouldn't do that. Even if I did do that to you, there wouldn't be any problem. I have great taste in men unlike a girl I know very well."
Must she hit the nail on the head now? Truth damn hurts. She is right. She does has great taste in men. She uses them and tosses them aside like garbage and they don't mind it. They are the ones always seeking her out and would do perhaps anything to keep her. She on the other hand is transcendental. She is all for the fun and wants nothing serious. Why am I not like her?
Kiss My Uh Oh by Little Mix and Annie Marie was blasting from the car stereo. Annie's off tune voice was so infectious that I didn't know when I joined in. Fifth Harmony s That's My Girl came after. Drowning in the melody of the addictive, relatable lyrics, I forgot my tiredness. I try to forget about Neil and Mackie as well for tonight. I stick my head out of the window, letting the wind rush against my face and mess with my hair. I stare at the buildings and people that seems to be moving as we drove by. I bring my head back in to look ahead as the car began slowing down to a stop. We have arrived at the club. I hear noisiness and heavy bass resonating. The glowing billboard on top of the two floor building reads "Welcome To Cherry." I immediately noticed the number of people waiting to enter. I cast Annie a bewildered look. "Tell me we don't have to join that long queue?" I ask. My jaw dropping on seeing the two long queues of other party goers at the club's entrance. If so, then I better just back home to my bed and pillow.
"We should." She said, "But thankfully, hooking up does come in handy sometimes." She states with a wink. I came to understand what she meant when she goes to stand in front of one of the hefty, dangerous looking bouncers with huge muscles and ugly face tattoos. guarding the entrance. I was behind her the whole time and did not see much of the exchange. I see that she is twisting her brown locks, seemingly acting all kitten cute and giving him her seductive killer gaze. Seconds later, she turns to me with a cheeky, accomplished smile and said, "Let's go girl."
We made our way into the club. It takes a while for my eyes to settle and see in the flickering red and blue strobe lights. It was packed with people. My body made contact with a whole lot others before we finally came out and made it to the bar section and ordered drinks. Me a Martini, Annie, sex on a beach. I first thought she was asking the bartender to have sex with her on the beach.
The bartender guy just had to be a little more good looking than all the guys I have been with. With his gentle polite smile. I might have fallen for him if I wasn't dealing with heartbreak right now. We have only been here for like five minutes but I have seen almost twice that number of handsome guys. This club is great. I can tell even though I have never been to a nightclub before. There were male strippers showering in champagne. I love that they also thought about women's needs and not just men's. Some ladies were unabashedly drooling and going crazy over them. I wonder if they work as prostitutes too? How much do they charge? Would it be seen as illegal to walk up to—jesus! What is wrong with you Gwen, snap out of it. You might be going crazy over Neil but you are not that type of girl. I have had just one previous glass of Martini but it feels as if I have had a thousand sips. I really can't hold my liquor. "You slept with that guy?" I ask, taking a sip out of my lemon Martini. Why I am even asking her this? To distract my mind from those hot guys.
"Yeah." She answers coolly. Elbows resting on the hard marble surface of the bar table, hand pressed on her temples.
"How many times?"
"Once. I couldn't go with him again because he was too macho for me. But I kinda like him though. As a guy person." The corners of her mouth quirks up into a barely there smile as she reveals but it soon drops.
"Oh." I drawl with a wry grin. Someone is not so much of ice, I see. I silently snicker.
"Don't even think about teasing me." She warns. I would if I was in the mood.