The fake IDs worked. The bouncer at the door gave us a thoughtful perusal. He wasn't mistrusting us, he was only checking out Kayla.
Kayla downed a gold spaghetti gown which stopped at her thigh with red stilettos. It was difficult deciding I and Kay's outfits with Kayla picking flaws in everything we chose.
Kay later decided on a back revealing jumpsuit and black pumps, and I wore a transparent bodysuit and bikers shot coupled with a boot heel.
I was glad I agreed to this; I needed this and it's always good to have friends that could chuck your bullshit.
We strut into the club, loud music blaring around. I glanced around the people wiggling in ecstasy to the beat blaring. My gaze finally settles on a leather couch, it's not far away that you can't see what's going on plus it has privacy too.
Sweet.
"Nuh-uh, girl you dancing with me," Kayla grabbed onto my arm as I made motions toward the seat.
"I'll get drinks," Kay said, fleeing with that excuse, leaving me with her demon spawned of a twin.
"Coward," I screamed in her direction.
She didn't turn around but her shoulders shook with laughter.
We partied like hell.
Somewhere between the drinks and dance partners, I lost most of my inhibitions. My cheeks were flushed, and my heart pounded an erratic rhythm at my neck.
Kayla wasn't faring well, she was downright intoxicated and was still tangled up in a grind with her partner.
Kay sat with me on the couch, she was the designated driver so she was just as sober as I was.
The night has been thrilling but I suddenly didn't want to be there any longer.
I wanted peace, needed to be on my own.
"I have to go home," I said to Kay, a yawn escaping my lips.
"Ok, but it seems Kayla ain't leaving any time soon."
I nodded. "That's alright I'll take a cab."
"Ok, shouldn't we call Xander to pick you up?" she said, her forehead furrowed.
I leaned forward to hug her. "No worries, they are probably asleep by now, I'll get a cab upfront."
"Make sure she gets water in her ok?"
" Ok, Bye," Kay replied, hugging me back.
I made my way past grinding sweaty bodies and out of the club.
"Hey honey, your leaving?" The bouncer asked.
"Yeah," I smiled.
"You got a ride sweetheart?" His brow crease with concern.
"No, I'll get a cab. There's one around here right?"
"Yeah, Tim's. He's the last one tonight."
"Thanks," I replied.
The bouncer which I learned was called Nick finally bade me goodbye on my way out. Such a huge softie.
I strolled down the dark empty street, standing in a position possible to get a cab.
Headlight illuminated the streets, I step forward, hailing the cab. It zoomed past me, not stopping for a sec.
Just hope another one passes by.
Minutes passed by and not one taxi in sight.
My arms were my only protection against the cold night, my shoulder strap purse barely any use. The slightest sound in the stark night enough to make my heart drop to my stomach.
Maybe I should go back to the club.
Suddenly, crunching hit my ears from behind accelerating my already rampant pounding heart.
"Look who we have here," a male voice crackled. "what you think, Rand?"
"I don't know Bill, let's find out?" His stocky, dark-haired friend said, approaching me.
A chill that had nothing to do with the weather whacked through me. I slipped my purse over my head. There was nothing in it except a couple of chocolate wrappers anyway. Gripping the strap with one hand, I was ready to use it as a weapon as need demanded.
"Stay away from me," I warned in a voice that was supposed to sound strong and fearless. My feet veering back on instincts.
"Don't be like that, sugar," the wiry one called, and the raucous laughter started again. "We just want to get to know you."
I struggled to quash the terror his laughter erupted before It could incapacitate me, analyzing possible strategies on how I could get away.
I couldn't run, the tall one might outrun me and the routes are unknown. I had a better chance out here in the open, Which wasn't looking good either. I doubt if anyone would hear me nevertheless come to my aid if I scream.
The only reasonable solution was to attack first. My feet braced apart, trying to remember through my panic what little self-defense I knew.
The standard knee to the groin, of course, finger through the eye socket, try to hook around and pop the eye out, and slamming the heel of my hand upward, maybe breaking off the nose if I was lucky.
Lady luck please be on my side.