garage.
“Thanks, I appreciate it.”
“No problem.”
I step out, but before I shut my door, she calls my name. “Yeah?”
“I’m meeting some friends at Venue tonight. Wanna come?”
Normally, I’m a loner. I stay home and play with my dogs or read. Sometimes, I’ll watch an old movie, but after the last couple of days, a drink actually sounds good. “Ya know what? Yes. That sounds great.”
Her eyes widen at my acceptance. “Awesome. We’ll be there at like eight.”
“Okay, see ya then!”
Luckily, the rain stopped a while ago, but I skip over a couple of puddles on the way into the building. The smell of motor oil and gasoline hits me before I even open the door all the way, and the loud bell chimes, making me jump a bit. I wasn’t expecting it to be that loud, but I suppose it’s gotta be to be heard over the drills and motors revving.
A man with a long beard approaches the desk and wipes his hands on his overalls. “Can I help you?”
“Yes, I’m Jessa Crew. You guys towed my car this morning when I got a flat.”
“Oh, yeah.” He shuffles some papers around and pulls out mine, has me sign, and then I hand over my credit card.
My car drives smoother than it ever has before, and when I get home, my doggies are eagerly awaiting my arrival. I open the back door so they can go outside, and I change into a pair of yoga pants then meet them out back to go on a walk.
Normally, I would spend the rest of my night with them, and as much as it kills me to leave them alone again, I take a shower and get ready to go out. I’ve spent far too much time on my own, and now that things are finally in order, I should start having some fun.
Way in the back of my closet, I have a black dress, but when I slip it on and look at myself in the mirror, I realize how frumpy it is. The ruffled sleeves and knee-length hemline age me significantly. I rip the dress off and tear through the rest of the clothes in my closet, feeling triumphant when I find an old pair of leather pants.
Miraculously, they still fit, and the silver heels I haven’t worn in years look great with them. I don’t have any fancy tops, so I put on a bra with lacy straps, slide a cami over it, and layer some necklaces. Good enough.
I haven’t curled my hair in probably a decade, and I don’t plan to start tonight, so I toss it in a high ponytail and apply some makeup. I feed the dogs, shove some food in my mouth as well, and grab a cab to the bar.
The club is dark and loud, but I manage to spot Kristen right away. She’s with a bunch of girls who are all laughing and having a good time already. I order a drink from the bar and then head over to them.
“You made it!” Kristen squeals.
“I did.”
“Guys, this is Dr. Crew—”
“Jessa,” I interrupt. I still feel weird when people call me doctor.
Kristen giggles; yeah, she’s already drunk. “Jessa, these are my friends—Kelly, Marianne, and Megan.”
“Nice to meet you.”
We chitchat and laugh for a little while, and the music becomes even louder and the lights darker. They manage to drag me to the dance floor, and I end up having a good time. I put all my thoughts of stress and work and mortgage payments to the back of my mind.
A man’s hands grip my hips from behind, and I turn to face him. “Wanna dance with me?”
“Sure.” I wrap my arms around his neck and move to the rhythm of the beat. He tries to pull me closer, but I maintain my distance. I just want to have a good time, have fun. I’d like to enjoy my life … I think I deserve it after how much I have busted my ass these past few years.
I’ve had relationships, but for one reason or another, they didn’t last. I was mostly to blame because I held Ty up on an imaginary pedestal and nobody could come close. I decided it just wasn’t worth the effort, so I gave up.
When the song is over, I thank him then turn around. He walks away, and a different guy approaches Kristen. “I’m going to go to the
“Thanks, I appreciate it.”
“No problem.”
I step out, but before I shut my door, she calls my name. “Yeah?”
“I’m meeting some friends at Venue tonight. Wanna come?”
Normally, I’m a loner. I stay home and play with my dogs or read. Sometimes, I’ll watch an old movie, but after the last couple of days, a drink actually sounds good. “Ya know what? Yes. That sounds great.”
Her eyes widen at my acceptance. “Awesome. We’ll be there at like eight.”
“Okay, see ya then!”
Luckily, the rain stopped a while ago, but I skip over a couple of puddles on the way into the building. The smell of motor oil and gasoline hits me before I even open the door all the way, and the loud bell chimes, making me jump a bit. I wasn’t expecting it to be that loud, but I suppose it’s gotta be to be heard over the drills and motors revving.
A man with a long beard approaches the desk and wipes his hands on his overalls. “Can I help you?”
“Yes, I’m Jessa Crew. You guys towed my car this morning when I got a flat.”
“Oh, yeah.” He shuffles some papers around and pulls out mine, has me sign, and then I hand over my credit card.
My car drives smoother than it ever has before, and when I get home, my doggies are eagerly awaiting my arrival. I open the back door so they can go outside, and I change into a pair of yoga pants then meet them out back to go on a walk.
Normally, I would spend the rest of my night with them, and as much as it kills me to leave them alone again, I take a shower and get ready to go out. I’ve spent far too much time on my own, and now that things are finally in order, I should start having some fun.
Way in the back of my closet, I have a black dress, but when I slip it on and look at myself in the mirror, I realize how frumpy it is. The ruffled sleeves and knee-length hemline age me significantly. I rip the dress off and tear through the rest of the clothes in my closet, feeling triumphant when I find an old pair of leather pants.
Miraculously, they still fit, and the silver heels I haven’t worn in years look great with them. I don’t have any fancy tops, so I put on a bra with lacy straps, slide a cami over it, and layer some necklaces. Good enough.
I haven’t curled my hair in probably a decade, and I don’t plan to start tonight, so I toss it in a high ponytail and apply some makeup. I feed the dogs, shove some food in my mouth as well, and grab a cab to the bar.
The club is dark and loud, but I manage to spot Kristen right away. She’s with a bunch of girls who are all laughing and having a good time already. I order a drink from the bar and then head over to them.
“You made it!” Kristen squeals.
“I did.”
“Guys, this is Dr. Crew—”
“Jessa,” I interrupt. I still feel weird when people call me doctor.
Kristen giggles; yeah, she’s already drunk. “Jessa, these are my friends—Kelly, Marianne, and Megan.”
“Nice to meet you.”
We chitchat and laugh for a little while, and the music becomes even louder and the lights darker. They manage to drag me to the dance floor, and I end up having a good time. I put all my thoughts of stress and work and mortgage payments to the back of my mind.
A man’s hands grip my hips from behind, and I turn to face him. “Wanna dance with me?”
“Sure.” I wrap my arms around his neck and move to the rhythm of the beat. He tries to pull me closer, but I maintain my distance. I just want to have a good time, have fun. I’d like to enjoy my life … I think I deserve it after how much I have busted my ass these past few years.
I’ve had relationships, but for one reason or another, they didn’t last. I was mostly to blame because I held Ty up on an imaginary pedestal and nobody could come close. I decided it just wasn’t worth the effort, so I gave up.
When the song is over, I thank him then turn around. He walks away, and a different guy approaches Kristen. “I’m going to go to the
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