After walking further away to distance myself from that fiasco. I flinched at my lip when I pushed my arm to clot the blood. I had a slight limp as I flickered between the thought to go straight home or find the nearest restroom.
I decided on the latter and found the nearest club to head into. The music was loud and purple and yellow lights flashed throughout as a large crowd of people dancing to electronic music on the dance floor.
I managed through the crowd, to the restroom. It was a small stall with one urinal set up. I stood in front of the smeared mirror and strutted my lip to see how bad the damage was.
The light flickered as I cleaned up my lip and nose. I blinked along with the flicker thinking; it was going to go out any second. Just like that light bulb I was hanging on by a thread. We both didn’t want to go out, but life had different plans for us. One was going to be thrown into the trash and the other would get trashed. My thoughts were made up. I was not going to let this night go to waste. I had a few hundred bucks so I could manage to get a little fucked.
Rent was the furthest thing from my mind as I fixed my collar and made my way back into the scene of the club.
As I walked out, the hungry eyes of some around fell onto me, I probably looked like I just did a fat line of coke. I flared my nostrils to clear the leftover gunk out, which didn’t help my case.
I felt good, at least better than I did earlier.
I maneuvered my way through the dance floor, giving a shake or two here or there.
“It’s my birthday” I shouted coming up to the counter, where a man in a way to small black tee was behind serving drinks to a group of ladies beside me.
The ladies reacted to my jargon with a small yell, by stealing my limelight when a smaller woman with a fake birthday crown shouted drunkenly
“ITS MY BIRFDAAAAAA”
The bartender looked at me with a questioning look, then poured another shot of vodka for the smaller woman and her friends.
He then came over to take my order.
“Whiskey and coke”
He touched the back of his head grimacing and answered back.
“We are out of coke, is Pepsi fine?” I wanted to give him the spiel about monopoly money, but I decided against it, nodding with my eyes.
He turned to make the drink, when I heard a group of people towards the front yelp out in surprise shouts of ‘hey watch out’ and ‘what the hell’
I laughed; guess I wasn’t the only one getting into fights tonight. I focused on the small fizzling bubbles in the plastic cup of Pepsi and whiskey, wincing at the concoction. The bartender stood behind the drink waiting for something. I raised my eyebrows and then looked over to the ladies' group who all got free drinks. The bartender just stared at me, waiting for me to make the first move.
I sighed, letting it out very audibly, and handed him a 10-dollar bill. He walked off without giving me my change. I stood there dumbfounded. He didn’t return, so I breathed out audibly again to let my frustrations be known. I raised the drink to my lips and winced at the smell. I took a sip, then hissed distinctly. The cuts were still fresh, but that wasn’t the exact reason for my disdain for the drink. No, it was, who the fuck was intentionally ordering this?
The thought crossed my mind that maybe tonight wasn’t the night to get fucked or trashed.
I finished the drink, for 10 dollars I was gonna swallow it all, come hell or high water. Another sour sigh escaped my mouth, as I heard a loud rattling coming from beside the group of ladies and the bartender.
“Ma’am you cannot be up there, you have to buy the drinks, can you please come down”
I turned to laugh at their misfortune, because who the fuck? I started to make my way through the crowd, whose attention was focused on the obstruction behind the counter.
A loud voice boomed behind me.
“YO LET ME GO, DEAD ASS RIGHT NOW BRUH”
I was stopped dead in my tracks, the voice that was all too weirdly familiar, boomed through my eardrums, causing me to internally panic. My intuition screamed at me to leave and walk out of the club never to return, but I made the stupid choice to turn instinctively towards the gimmicky voice.
I would love to say that I turned, and she kept making a ruckus without noticing me.
Our gazes met and it felt like an eternity before I tried turning away again.
There she stood, long golden hair, it was no longer tied up but let down and unruly. She stood where the alcohol was located on top of the counter overreaching for it in a black Metallica band shirt.
I knew instantly from hearing that god-awful voice. Her eyes trained on me and with a hint of exasperation, she pointed me out in the crowd.
I mouthed ‘holy shit’ to myself.
Before I could disappear into the crowd, she shouted toward me with her pointing finger bullseye right on my back.
“That’s my Lil homie right there, he’s got me covered”
I turned my gaze to see who she was pointing to like the rest of the club and then they all started to stare directly at me. I cringed forward trying not to turn back around, but for a second I did. Her face was ever so serious and smug, she checkmated me in a public place.
I put a finger to my chest.
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“Me?”
I tried my last choice, feigning ignorance.
“I don’t know her,” I said in a falsetto voice.
I then heard the most unnerving sound known to man.
She had dropped down from the alcohol counter. The slapping sound she made was surprisingly loud because the music had stopped completely due to the commotion. She was walking toward me in those same black and white slides she had been wearing earlier, although they somehow fit with the outfit she had on right now, they still seemed out of place. The slapping intensified as she grew closer. No matter how much I backed up the sound of slapping grew ever so near, fast.
“Wait up broseph”
She was still chasing me, and I was so close to the front door, but before I knew it; There she was, her long golden hair down to the middle of her back and that tight-fitting band tee shirt rushing at me. Nobody was behind me, and everyone cleared a path for her to chase me down. They treated her like a plague, and I was its doomed host. I felt her hand grab ahold of my arm.
I flinched.
“Hold on hot stuff”
Her grasp wasn’t strong, but it was very sturdy, I couldn’t just move it off, and the weirdest part was her touch. It was icy and stiff. Like a corpse grabbing ahold of me. I cringed away from her bringing her along with me outside.
I couldn’t shake her off, maybe it was her frozen hand or fear, but with a distorted smile, I turned to her, asking.
“Yeah?”
She let her grip loose, as I brought my arm to warm it up towards my chest.
“Pawn pals!”
She said in a serious manner of speaking. Like she was dead ass serious saying that.
I closed my eyes and prayed to god to go fuck himself.
I already was 100% sure it was that behemoth from earlier, so I chirped out.
“Yeah…” I let the silence sit for a while before she chimed in with.
“You should buy me a drink”
She added a small clap to it which was kinda cute but unnecessary as all hell.
My inner turmoil was in a panic. I couldn’t just run away again; she would surely hunt me down this time. I gulped then let her know my answer.
“I’m sorry I don’t really know you all that…”
She interrupted with a frighteningly stupid response.
“Yo that’s fine zaddy, you know what they say. Those who thrift and sell together, drink together.”
I looked on in horror; my face riddled with astonishment. What the fuck was she talking about? I had no clear response. This chick was off her fucking rocker, she was definitely not all there.
“Look, I am very sorry for running off earlier, it was very rude of me. I was just in a hurry, so let’s leave things in the past and move on from here.”
She turned her head to the side in confusion. Then proceeded to wave off my comment.
“Pshhh that’s in the past, Jose. I’m all about the now, jack”
I cringed back, and mentally. I knew just how mentally stubborn this woman was. Running wasn’t an option and I doubt I could swindle her or make her leave that easy. I let out an audible sigh and looked at her in her deep blue eyes.
“Fine, one drink, and it’s on the house”
I rolled my eyes as I started my way back into the club. My arm was frigid as she grabbed ahold of me once again, preventing me from entering the place.
A chill ran through my upper body. I looked at her hand and then back at her cheesy smug smile.
“ I know just the place.”
We walked along a shaded pathway, away from the crowds and most working light poles
“So where are we headed?”
“Heaven”
She clapped her hands together three times. One for each brain cell she had. I guess tonight wasn’t so terrible if I could still laugh, I thought.
She was leading the never-ending walk for a couple of minutes now when I really started to look at her. I couldn’t help but stare lecherously at the impressive body of this woman ahead of me. She rivaled Honey, if not a bit better, but the thing with her was that she was crazy. I shook off the thought. Yeah, she’s definitely bat shit insane and that wasn’t on par with my goddess honey.
Her long golden hair scrunched up in the back teasing the top of her round apple… peach-like ass. My eyes grazed over her lower body, all the way up her lower back. The tee shirt she had on, formed the curves of her body perfectly. I couldn’t help scanning all over the back of her as she swayed side to side in what I figured was her happy dance. She probably hadn’t much luck with tricking suckers into buying her drinks once she opened her mouth. From head to ankle, she really was a knockout, but the black sheep of the outfit made me face-palm.
No socks either, I thought. I sighed out loud, which warranted her turning towards me.
“You good bro?”
I chuckled at the ridiculousness of this woman and her slang.
“Yeah, peachy”
How do you even bring up to a perfect ten, who is bat shit crazy, that her taste in outfits is ill-fitted with those terrible slides, which she made even more unbearable by wearing no socks.
I didn’t have any more time to stew over it, because we were arriving at our destination.
Veronica was standing in front of what looked like a family grocery store.
“One will do,” she said holding up her index finger next to her face.
My face was twisted. One what? Did she mistake this for a bar or club? She started towards the entrance of the store, which now that I got a better look was a 24-hour store.
I stood mouth agape in stupefaction. My eyes shot to the store then back to the buxom beauty.
“What do you mean?”
She turned around and grasped ahold of both her hands.
“I just thought we’d cop a bottle and get dumb lit by ourselves. Are you bugging handsome?”
I wonder why I thought.
I was absolutely flabbergasted.
I zoned back into reality, saying with a finger up in the air pointing to the store.
“Do they even sell alcohol here?” I turned my phone up checking the exact time.
She replied immediately.
“They do. I come here all the time bro”
I deflated, It was back to bro, not that I thought I was handsome or anything. I mean obviously, she was trying to use words to get me to buy her things. It only worked for two reasons, and they were bounci…staring right in front of me. Also, all the time? What? Who in the hell?
She then pointed to a small sticker that said alcohol served 24hrs… I felt like I had seen a crime happening right in front of me, but I digress! Two big important reasons bounced again.
“Fine, any preference?”
“Something sweet,” she said stepping to the side as I waltz right into the store.
I bought the cheapest bottle of sweet liquor I could find. I honestly didn’t plan on staying even for those two reasons.
I handed her the bottle of alcohol. She then said something irritatingly cute.
“Oh, you didn’t have to buy the good stuff”
I attempted to leave, leaving off with a small wave.
“Well, it hasn’t been nice, see y…”
She interrupted my leaving with another irritating comment.
“Whoa guy, don’t leave a pretty lady all by herself. Especially with all that Guap you just spent on me” her face flushed red, but I could tell it was intentional, which irritated me even more. Figuring I wasn’t going to bite, she reiterated.
“let’s not waste tonight with me being alone, it’s the least a gal like me could do. Think of it as an invitation to yours truly’s household, and let’s get dumb lit.”
The way she acted all cutely, struck me as annoyingly cute because it didn’t fit her one bit. She should have been the more mature dommy mommy type. My inner boy was crying to be let out and woof for her but all I could do was roll my eyes and cringe.
She turned and waved me over.
“It’s only a couple blocks from here, come!”
I found another two reasons to go with her as I blatantly stared at her backside swaying from side to side as she ushered me on. She did something I never thought she would do. She let me catch up beside her, I rolled my eyes because I was contempt at staring till we got there.
“I’m glad you’re coming over hot stuff, it sure does get all lonely living by yourself. I could use the company of a man.” She grabbed ahold of my arm and put her behemoth-sized head on my shoulder. She was freezing cold, and I shivered when she touched me, but that wasn’t the first thing on my mind, no. It was, am I being hit on? Was this her roundabout way of saying she needed me to come over and consent to adult relations?
My stomach growled, and she lit up, saying.
“I am also starving like a mofo”
She let go of my arm and rubbed her stomach. The lingering smell of her shampoo wafted into my nose. It was a nice smell in comparison to the cigarettes and alcohol, I endured tonight.
One drink and a snack wouldn’t hurt, I thought as I followed her home.