Tucking a strand of hair behind my ears, I fastened small silver hoop earrings in and spritzed myself with perfume. While I waited for my date, I took a moment to admire myself in the mirror. It’s not like I’d had many options lately to look or feel this good. The knock at my door pulled me out of my admiration. James, of course.
Shutting the bathroom door behind me, I walked to the front door, smoothing out my dark red dress one last time and smiled before opening it. “Hi. James, right?”
“Yeah, nice to meet you, Clara.” He smiled back pleasantly enough, wth just a glimmer of his canines showing, sending a shiver down my spine.
“I’ll grab my purse and we can go.” Rushing to my bedroom I smoothed my dress before grabbing my small black purse I used for date nights. Leaving my room, I looked at him and grinned. “Okay, I’m ready if you are.”
“Sounds good, let’s go.” We both hopped into his car as he pulled out of the driveway and started driving to Lore, the nightclub James swore would be perfect for a first date ten minutes after we matched. He blasted music I didn’t recognize on the way there, but at least he drove safe.
Even before walking into Lore, the thumping bass and the monster sized bouncer in front of the entrance gave me goosebumps, but James seemed like the partying type, especially with how pale he was and I was always much more easygoing. My friends convinced me it would be good to try something out of my comfort zone because I may be surprised by what I like. They were wrong. Despite the uneasy feeling, I smiled through it, sending a small prayer to any god with a listening ear.
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Either way, it was too late to back out now. Once James pocketed his keys, we walked inside. The club was dark and filled with strange looking people, many of them dressed as if it was a goth club. Doing my best to avert my gaze respectfully, I focused on finding a quiet secluded place to sit, though secluded would be an absurd way to explain Lore. The entire place was packed like a can of sardines, but this spot was a little less intense. James sauntered up to the bar and ordered drinks, though he didn’t ask what I’d like. Walking back, he set one drink down on my side. “I ordered you a fuzzy navel, I hope that’s okay.”
“Yeah, it’s fine,” I called out, feeling a light smile grow on my face over the beat of the music as I slowly sipped at my drink, shocked he knew my taste. Still, it sucked being dragged out here when we could’ve gone to the movies or something else nice and quiet. We spent a few minutes trying to talk over the music, though it was more like yelling. Luckily, he could tell this wasn’t my normal date. Some time passed before I was drunk enough for James to talk me into dancing with him.
Finishing my drink, we rushed out to the dance floor and I slowly went from a more conservative dance to grinding on him, though it didn’t take as long as it usually would with my body finally loosened up from the drinks. He ordered me another drink, something I should’ve questioned and would’ve if I was in my right mind. It was called an Irish Trash Can and I downed it, barely able to taste at all, or even wonder why it was called a trash can.
My body and mind felt so delayed, it hurt to think. “James… help.” I couldn’t say anything else, it felt like so much effort just to say that, let alone think but he pulled me in closer and tighter to him and after that everything went black.