Chapter 5
The booming sound of heavy based edpm could be heard. The further we traveled inward the sounds of cheers and whistles were mixed into whatever new track the DJ decided to play.
I grimace slightly when the neon flashing lights mixed awfully with ugly green interior. The theme here would be alien vomit. Wooden desks, glass bars, records on the wall and even a few tinsel thrown around.
"Ugly decor, unknown artist and teens flocking around .", Petra half shouts over the music, "Real hipster joint.".
"It's like the 80's throwed up on a western and fucked the 2000's." I replied.
Petra's eyebrows raised and forehead crinkled, "Don't you think before you open your mouth?".
"Only on Tuesday.".
Her forehead just crinkled more as we made our way to a more crowded area.
"You know what, you are going to find your date and I will find my date.".
My chest tightened slightly. "You got a date or another slave?".
"You might know him. His name is Jack Daniels." She responds stepping backwards disappearing into the thicker crowd.
I sighed softly moving my way to lean against a record that was barely taped on. My eyes flicked through the crowd trying to remember the picture Jeremy sent him.
Ah! There he is.
A curly haired blonde male was sitting on a bar stool near the corner of the room. He rubs his short beard with his left hand while he scrolls on his phone with the other.
Dorian looked like he was ready to pick up an axe and begin chopping down oak trees. That didn't stop me from approaching him dusting off my old charm switch.
"Hey Dorian is it?".
He looked up so quickly I swear his eyes bugged a bit. His phone fumbled out his hand as he began straightening his cotton jacket.
"Yeah that's me! And you are Kevin. Wow you are better looking in person.". Dorian responds with a big smile on his face making his cheeks almost suffocate his Forrest eyes
"You are not bad yourself. Why is it that a good looking school boy like yourself coming out to such a place?".
Dorian's face flushed slightly. " A guy got to live once in a while."
I slid on to the bar stool across from him. He draws his arms close to him covering himself up.
"So, Dorian. What situation got you needing an emergency date. Talked big at school? Bet? Trying to make someone jealous?".
"That would be interesting. I'm just a lonely senior who complained too much to his older brother.". Dorian picked up the kaleidoscope like glass taking a sip of the brown liquid.
"Let's dance."
Dance? Just thinking about it makes my heart race.
"Nah I got a uh twinge in my ankle - really shouldn't be on it." Giving my ankle a little rub.
"Oh then I-'.
"Oh Kevin ,my sweet sweet peasant, what falsehoods do you speak.", Petra interjected. I didn't even hear her heels-I soon notice her bare feet. She slung a hand over my shoulders leaning on me for support. Her once sweet perfume was mixed with the strong smell of alcohol which reminded me terribly of my mother.
"You were lying?", Dorian accused, anger lacing his voice.
"No... Noo..Nooo he speaks false, he didn't want you to know his real secret.", Petra unslings her hand and leans ,using the table as leverage, whispering into Dorians ear.
Dorian face went from confusion to a big smile. His eyes flicker to me before saying, "I wouldn't mind you know, it happens to me too.".
"Yeah, sucks right?"
Thump!
Thump!
Heavy footsteps trump againsts the polished tiles. Dorian shifts uncomfortably placing down the glass. He bites his lip bowing his head as the footsteps grew louder. He looks like a little puppy with his little tail between his legs when a bigger dog corners him.
And Dog it is. Face contouring through layers of loose flabby pug like skin.
"Ain't it a small world.",the man drawls.
"Wouldn't expect someone like you in a place like this?",I countered bounding towards him as well.
"Well when you see a nice thing like that you just got to say hello.", he said pointing towards Petra who looks not phased.
"I wouldn't bark up that tree." I tried to reason.
"Oh? So you just saying that you don't think a big guy like me has chance with beautiful woman like her?". He accused.
By now the club had become quiet. All eyes were staring at the two of us. Clubbers whispering among each other.
Victim card? How original.
"I ain't saying that. Your presentation is off. If you ain't gonna work on your presentation don't even bother.", I countered. These victim card plays are tricky. I can't just argue profanity like I normally do. Beatings are out as well.
"What that suppose to mean.", he responds his voice wavering a bit.
I give a sly smile. "Look around. We are dressed like we give a fuck. Like we are going to be around people. You on the other hand rolled up here looking like you just jumped out of bed and walked out your house. Ain't about the weight man. Can't expect women to notice you when you display a lack of personal presentation.".
The man grumbled looking down at himself. His drag of a face clearly displaying some work in his head.
Got him.
"And take it from a nigger, a chain goes a long way.", I smirked flashing my chain between my fingers.
The man stood in a state of perplexity. I just turned around and faced Dorian and Petra.
"Wow, you can really showed him. It was like watching a debate but much cooler." Dorian awed.
I chuckled, "It's an essential skill for the world.".
"I got to go but I would like speak with you again.". Dorian hands me his phone which I enter my number in giving it back.
"Thank you, talk to you later." Dorian gives him a side hug before leaving the club.
Now that left just me and Petra. Petra face was flushed smiling up at me.
"You know you looking very creepy Ms Joker."
"Pfft. No I'm not. I'm looking proud.".
"Proud of me?".
"Of course I am and I'm sure someone else is proud of you as well.".
"Who else?".
Petra just laughed in response and hooked her hand around mine as we walked back to her apartment.
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Erk!
The metal shower knob screeched as I turned the water off. I stepped out the shower drying myself off. I looked towards the rack where my sleeping clothes should be to find only two garments.
A short black stretch pants and a pair of white socks with garters. On top of them af them was a small note that read in neat familiar calligraphy.
'Madam is proud of you~'