“Gotta piss,” he said out loud and got up from the table. He pushed through the crowd and headed towards an illuminated restroom sign. His body swayed and his vision started to spin. “I think I might have drank too much.” The spinning of the room increased his struggle and he barely managed to keep his balance. Beer spilled from the almost empty can in his hand as he approached what appeared to be half a dozen restroom signs. Upon reaching the door, he saw that it was locked and a closed for cleaning sign was posted on it. His stomach gurgled. I’m gonna explode and at this point I’m not sure what end it’s gonna come out of.
He turned around and saw an exit sign across the dance floor. It was the closest one. Gotta get out of here. He forced his body onto the dance floor. It was crowded and the music was blasting. He felt every beat of the bass vibrate against his aching bladder. The crowd was thick as he shimmied his way through the swarm to the door. He pushed it open as fast as he could and ran outside. It had opened up into an alley on the side of the building decorated with a large blue dumpster just to his right. Light from the main road provided a dim light to the alley and there was a smell that was anything from pleasant.
He saw the shadowy outline of someone a little ways down the alley, but it didn’t matter. At this point he was going to go in front of someone if he had to. It was most likely someone living on the streets anyway. Nothing they hadn’t seen before.
He quickly ran to the opposite side of the dumpster so anyone coming out the nightclub door wouldn’t see him. With a quick unzip, he let out a long relieving piss, balancing the near empty beer can in his hand as he did. After he managed the daunting task of zipping up his pants back up in the dim light, his stomach came at him with a fierce pain of alcohol rejection. He bent over and puked onto the ground.
MC didn’t notice as someone came out the same back door that he had. It was a guy and a girl. The guy was big and tan. The girl wore a fancy tight dress and had her hair all done up with pins. Chad, it’s getting late and I want to go home,” said the girl as she tried to push out from under the arm of his leather jacket.
“Come on, aren’t we having a good time?” he asked as he ran his free hand through his tall gelled hair.
”No, I want to go home and it’s cold out here. Let me go!” She struggled, but Chad was twice her size. There was no escape.
“We’re just gonna have a little more fun.” The girl struggled more and reached for her purse to pull out the pepper spray she carried for situations like this one. Chad grabbed her hands and pinned her to the dirty alley wall.
MC, still oblivious to what was happening only a few feet away, finished the last sip of beer to wash away the flavor of puke. He aimed for the dumpster and tossed the empty can only to hit Chad square on the top of his head.
“Hey, who threw that?” asked Chad.
MC, clueless, gripped his head in his hands and slumped against the wall, inches away from his freshly produced bodily fluids. “Ohhhh man I definitely overdid it,” he groaned. “Freakin Carlos, man.”
Chad grabbed the girl’s purse from her and stuffed it into his jacket pocket. There went the girl’s phone and wallet. “You stay right there,” he commanded and stormed off to see who had dared to disrespect him from the other side of the dumpster. He peeked around the corner and saw MC, who was already snoring with his head slumped over.
“Don’t think you’re gonna get away with this,” said Chad. He grabbed MC by the collar of his shirt and pulled his body up off the ground using the momentum to throw MC flat on his face.
MC woke with a startle. “What’s going on?” he asked, frantically.
“You disrespected me in front of a lady,” said Chad.
“Huh? What are you talking about?” MC mumbled. Then the pain seemed to hit him all at once. He gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes shut. “Ow my head! I think I can feel a lump forming already. I’m lucky to be totally wasted right now otherwise this would probably hurt a lot more.”
“That’s it. Sounds like you still haven’t learned your lesson,” Chad said. The girl watched in concern as Chad approached MC. Her vision was blurring and she was starting to feel a sudden wave of weakness. It only took a second to realize that he’d slipped something into her last drink.
Chad’s hand turned into a ball and he punched MC with a stern right hook. His body flopped and rolled on the ground from the force of the impact. He laid motionless for a few seconds. “That’ll teach ‘em,” said Chad with a smirk.
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“Dude, that really hurt,” MC said, sitting up and spitting blood onto the ground. His teeth were coated red. “Talk about a vibe kill. Not that I was having a very good time to begin with.”
The girl covered her mouth in disbelief of what she was witnessing. “Stop it!” she yelled, but her slurred words didn’t penetrate Chad’s thick head. He stepped forward towards MC and attempted to punch him in the face again. MC leaned back and dodged the blow with significant ease.
“Huh?” said Chad. MC wobbled to his feet. Chad swung at him again and MC ducked down dodging the attack once more. Chad attempted to punch again, but was stopped by a swift palm in front of his face.
“Hold on,” commanded MC as he held his palm an inch from Chad’s face. He turned and away and fished around his mouth with his fingers and looked at the saliva he pulled out. “My teeth are totally bloody. Must have bit my tongue. Way to ruin the night, man. At least my teeth didn’t get knocked loose.” Chad’s face twisted with rage and he attempted a headbutt. MC moved to the side and Chad’s head collided with the thick wall of the nightclub. A small piece of the building crumpled as Chad’s limp body collapsed. He laid on his side in a pile of piss and vomit.
“Poor guy must have knocked himself out,” said MC. “Oh well, serves him right.” He stepped over Chad's hulking body and headed out towards the main road, spitting blood as he walked past the girl.
“Thanks, mister! That guy was totally creepy.”
MC turned towards her. “Huh? Oh yeah. Sorry your boyfriend’s out cold.”
“That’s definitely not my boyfriend, but…” the girl paused and stared at MC as if in a trance. “Wait, MC is that you?” she asked.
“Do I know you?” He asked, steadying himself and facing her with an inquisitive look. He was still seeing double.
She walked closer to MC. “It’s me, Aiko,” she replied.
MC looked closely and swayed slightly from side to side.
“Aiko? I must be more wasted than I thought. For a second I thought you said Aiko.”
“I am Aiko! I knew it was you! There’s no way I could forget.”
MC realized he might actually be seeing who he thought he was. Maybe it really was her. He took a good look at her and focused. She looks really different tonight, all dressed up. That really is Aiko though.
Without warning, she fell over and hugged him. MC stood there with his hands at his sides, unsure what to do.
“Can you hold on for a second?”
“Sure,” he mumbled.
She turned and walked over to chad. He had a stupid look on his face, and blood was crusting on his forehead, but she didn’t feel the least bit concerned. Without hesitation she kicked him in the balls as hard as she could. “Hope he feels that in the morning!” she exclaimed before turning back to MC. “Uh oh, I’m pretty dizzy,” she said as she slumped down onto her knees in front of him. MC crouched down and held her shoulders. She attempted to steady her head still as it bobbed like a tree in the wind. “Hey MC, I don’t feel so good.”
Oh man, Aiko looks pretty messed up too. That guy must have slipped something into her drink.
“I’m so sowwy. This is so embarrassing. Can you give me my purse? She said pointing to where it was sticking out of Chad’s pocket. He fetched it for her as quickly as he could. She pulled her phone out, but she wasn’t even able to dial a phone number.
Her hands are trembling. She’s pretty shaken up. There’s no way she’s going to get home by herself in this state. I better help her out. He crouched down and helped her up into a piggyback ride. She closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder. MC made it out front of the club and put Aiko down on her feet making sure she had a wall to lean on and drunkenly waved down the first taxi he saw.
The next morning Aiko woke up on the couch in her apartment. She instantly shot up to a sitting position. “How did I get home last night?” she asked herself. There was an awful taste in her mouth that reminded her of what happened the night before. She remembered a series of events leading to falling asleep in a taxi. Then she remembered MC. “I can’t believe he was there last night,” she said as she tried to piece the blurred moments of the night together.
She slowly got up and downed a full glass of water accompanied by a dose of headache medicine. “Surely that was him. He’s not someone I’d so easily forget.”
MC returned to the clubhouse that night. Sora was still awake lounging on the couch typing away on her laptop. GM’s door was open and his shoes were missing. He hadn’t come home for the night yet.
MC walked into the kitchen and grabbed an ice pack out of the freezer. Then, poured himself a tall glass of water and plopped down on the couch to relax and numb his face.
“You reek of booze and perfume,” Sora complained. “It’s usually GM who comes home like that.” She looked up and saw his swollen face. “What the hell happened?”
“Carlos talked me into drinking a lot and I ran into an old friend.”
”So you met Carlos, huh? That guy always reeks of tequila. You said you saw an old friend? I didn’t know you had any of those.”
“Yeah. Her name is Aiko. I hadn’t seen her since I worked at the convenience store. What’s it been? About two years I think.”
“A girl?” Sora asked curiously.
“Actually, she used to be my best friend. I can’t believe I just happened to run into her at that nightclub. I hope she doesn’t think I’m some sort of weirdo for puking and pissing in that alley, but who knows if I’ll even see her again.”
“You did what?” exclaimed Sora.
“A lot happened tonight. I’ve got to report my information to Gil tomorrow. I can’t deal with all these questions right now. I’m just gonna head to bed.”
“MC!”