“Oh my God! Is that Kelly?” Fiona stood outside the club with her arms stretched wide open. She wore a red dress that barely covered her legs. Her short blonde hair showed off giant hoop earrings.
“Yes Fiona, it's me.” I could barely handle her bubbly attitude through the phone and now I had to deal with it in person.
She grabbed my hand and made me do a little twirl. “Let me get a good look at you. That black dress looks fantastic on you.”
I blushed. That black dress was about the only thing I owned that would be acceptable at a club. I hadn't worn in a couple years and it was too tight. But it was better than wearing jeans and a t-shirt.
Fiona didn't even bother introducing me to her friends. And I honestly didn't care. I was probably never going to see them ever again after this night. That's how Fiona was. She rarely held onto relationships. That included men.
But I was different for some reason. She never threw me away like the rest of them. And I have no idea why.
She pulled me into the club and I showed my I.D. to the bouncer with way too many muscles. I cut my way through the red drapes and set foot in Club Titan.
From the name, I expected a club like all the others I'd been to. And that's exactly what I got.
Club Titan had the typical dark lighting with strobe effects. The bar was a little bigger than what I used to. Different color lights stood behind the bottles of liquor to give off a cool effect. The dance music was so loud the ground rumbled beneath me.
I went straight to the bar ignoring whatever Fiona was trying to yell at me. A mass of people stood between me and the bartender. The girl seemed overwhelmed with the amount of orders.
I let out a loud sigh. There was no way I was going to get a drink any time soon.
Fiona and her friends were dancing on the floor and she motioned for me to come over. I didn't know if I could really let loose unless I had a bit of alcohol first. I put my finger up to Fiona to tell her I needed a minute first.
I waited by the bar, hoping that a guy would get the idea to buy me a drink. It had worked so many times before. But the club was too busy and there were too many good-looking women.
Or at least that's what I told myself to keep from crying.
A guy sitting at the bar left his seat, leaving behind a half-empty glass of whiskey. I looked around to see if anyone was watching me. This would be one of the most embarrassing moments if I was caught. I grabbed the small glass and knocked back the alcohol.
The whiskey I expected was actually Jager: my most hated drink. My face scrunched up and I did my best to keep from throwing up. I wiped my mouth and learned my lesson. Drinking from a stranger's glasses doesn't always pay off.
But at least I had some alcohol in me. Even if it tasted like black licorice.
I joined Fiona and her friends on the dance floor. Fiona was all over the place, knocking into people and flinging her arms in the air. I hadn't seen her drink anything since we entered the club. She must've taken some drugs before I arrived.
That was exactly how Fiona was back in high school. She would show up to class high and barely coherent. She knew I was never into that junk so she never offered it to me. If Fiona had offered me something that night, I might've actually taken it.
My favorite song by Bruno Mars came on and I couldn't help but dance. The Jager began to hit me a little and I lost myself in the music.
The room spun before my eyes and I realized that I was the one spinning. I had forgotten about the broken-down house and my parents' death. A smile appeared on my face and felt weird. I hadn't remembered the last time I let loose like that. It had to of been before that phone call that changed everything.
I noticed Fiona and her friends stopped dancing around me. They were all looking in the same direction, with a dumb look on their faces. I turned around to see a tall man wade his way through the sea of people. He was nicely dressed in black pants and a black button-up shirt.
I was mesmerized by his face and dark short hair. He was so attractive. Almost too attractive. I tried to run through movies in my head to see if he maybe was a famous actor. I came up with nothing but still suspected that he must be from something.
When he asked me if I wanted a drink, I didn't know how to reply. My brain wanted to say yes but nothing came out of my mouth.
The man grabbed my hand and I felt a spark shoot through me. He pulled me through the pit of people and away from Fiona. I could see them whispering in each other's ears as I left them. I don't know why this guy singled me out but Fiona was definitely jealous.
We arrived at the bar and he had no difficulty getting the bartender's attention. He ordered us two drinks and I was excited to finally get some real alcohol. It also helped that I didn't have to pay for it.
I asked him what is name was but he just ignored me. I thought that maybe he didn't hear me and I went to ask him again but was interrupted by the bartender arriving with the drinks.
I hesitated before I took a sip and sniffed the glass. I didn't want anymore Jager. The drink smelled like whiskey and I tipped it back into my mouth.
The liquid warmed my throat. I could feel myself getting more relaxed which was hard to do in front of this perfect specimen of a man.
I asked him again what his name was and this time I knew he heard me. He ignored the question on purpose. That was a big red flag to me.
Any guy that wouldn't give his name out was likely to be a rapist or a serial killer.
It wasn't hard to say no when he asked me if I wanted to go somewhere quieter.
I could tell by his shock that he wasn't used to being rejected like that. But I didn't care. Being safe was more important than going home with a possibly famous model or actor.
I thanked him for the drink and downed the last of it.
I walked back to Fiona who had been watching from the edge of the dance floor the entire time. I giggled when I had to pick her jaw off the ground and put it back in place.
“Who was that guy?” she asked, looking over my shoulder at the mystery man.
“I have no idea, but he bought me a drink,” I replied.
“And what are you doing back here?”
“I think he's a serial killer or something.”
Fiona bit her bottom lip. “That's hot.”
I playfully shoved her and Fiona bumped into one of her bimbo friends. “I don't care how good looking he is. I'm not going to end up buried in the dirt tonight.”
“Might be worth it.”
I rolled my eyes and pulled Fiona back onto the dance floor. “There will be plenty more hot guys in my life. I don't need to take risks.”
Fiona shook her head. “Honey, you're not going to find a guy like that again. Trust me.”
Maybe she was right but I didn't care. My life was too messed up right now to introduce a fresh relationship.
Nikki Minaj came on and we danced hard. The whiskey had gone straight to my head. My limbs felt loose and my body numb.
I could definitely get used to doing this every night.