the
smartest choice I have ever made, but Alexis insists that I need a night out, to
forget everything
I let her chose my
outfit. She brings me by this short little black dress that is practically see
through
I try to tell her it’s
not my style but she shoots me a “don’t fucking go there.” Look and I put the
dress on
With a pair of matching
6 inch heels, and my hair and makeup done we get ready to head out
I didn’t bother texting
Ryan to tell him we were going. He told me before that he would add Lexi and I
to the guest list so that we could get in any time we wanted to, without
waiting in line.
I started to think that
maybe that was before his brother and I broke up.
I start to feel nervous
when we pull up to the club
We walk to the bouncer,
a man who is covered head to toe in black, who looks pretty damn mean.
I give him our names
and he searches for them on his IPad
“You’re good.” He nods
with a smile
No ID’s requested
nothing.
Alexis is 21, so she
doesn’t have to worry about that stuff, but I normally do. I am not a heavy
drinker by any means. In fact other than wine here and there I don’t like to
drink at all
Tonight I might change
that
We walk into the club
and notice there are 3 huge areas. The dance floor is the largest on the bottom
Two of the other rooms
are set upstairs and seem closed off
The bar takes up the
entire left side of the dance floor. It’s beautiful. Very well kept.
Not that you could
expect anything less from someone like Ryan
Alexis and I walk to
the bar first.
She orders a shot, I
decide to try a little rum and coke
Alexis is wild.
In general it’s just
her personality, she’s very flirty. She’s a lot of fun but I haven’t really
been able to let loose in so long it feels a little odd
I let her drag me onto
the dance floor.
Some upbeat dance remix
is playing
It doesn’t take long
for the alcohol to take over both of our systems and suddenly all of my
inhibitions are thrown right out the window
We get asked to dance a
lot, which we both gladly agree too
One guy starts to get a
little touchy, I want to tell him to stop but I keep thinking about Dean and I
want to erase all of those feelings and touches from my system
We have been dancing
for several moments when I hear a loud noise behind me and feel the guy I was
dancing with being pulled away.
I turn suddenly and see
Dean.
His face is bright red,
veins popping out of his neck and on the side of his forehead. He grabs the guy
I was dancing with and pulls him towards a hall way
I need to follow them,
I don’t know why but I can’t let him get beat up because Dean is being crazy
Dean shoves the guy up
against the wall
“Do you know who the
fuck I am?” he asks the guy, spit flying out if his mouth onto the guys face as
he screams the words
The guy looks scared
shitless “ye…yes. You’re Dean Corvus.”
Dean doesn’t look
impressed that the guy knows “so you know what the fuck that means right?”
“Yes” the guy whispers
“Good. So I suggest you
stay the fuck away from her and find someone else to dance with.” He gives the
guy a rough shove towards the entry way. The man trips over his own feet from
the force of the push and stumbles back onto the dance floor
I glare at Dean, his
arms are now crossed across his middle. His legs are shoulder width apart. He’s
dressed in an expensive looking suit. But the suit does nothing to wipe the
look of murder from his face
“What the fuck is your
problem?” I ask
He stands there.
Motionless. Silent
“Oh fuck you.” I turn
to storm off. I don’t get more than a foot away when he grabs my arm and
roughly yanks me back toward him.
Now I am the one shoved
up against the wall, where moments earlier my innocent dance partner was
standing
“Did you like that?”
Dean asks, his voice is harsh. It isn’t the voice of the guy I have spoken to a
million times before
“What you roughing up a
guy I was dancing with. No.”
He
smartest choice I have ever made, but Alexis insists that I need a night out, to
forget everything
I let her chose my
outfit. She brings me by this short little black dress that is practically see
through
I try to tell her it’s
not my style but she shoots me a “don’t fucking go there.” Look and I put the
dress on
With a pair of matching
6 inch heels, and my hair and makeup done we get ready to head out
I didn’t bother texting
Ryan to tell him we were going. He told me before that he would add Lexi and I
to the guest list so that we could get in any time we wanted to, without
waiting in line.
I started to think that
maybe that was before his brother and I broke up.
I start to feel nervous
when we pull up to the club
We walk to the bouncer,
a man who is covered head to toe in black, who looks pretty damn mean.
I give him our names
and he searches for them on his IPad
“You’re good.” He nods
with a smile
No ID’s requested
nothing.
Alexis is 21, so she
doesn’t have to worry about that stuff, but I normally do. I am not a heavy
drinker by any means. In fact other than wine here and there I don’t like to
drink at all
Tonight I might change
that
We walk into the club
and notice there are 3 huge areas. The dance floor is the largest on the bottom
Two of the other rooms
are set upstairs and seem closed off
The bar takes up the
entire left side of the dance floor. It’s beautiful. Very well kept.
Not that you could
expect anything less from someone like Ryan
Alexis and I walk to
the bar first.
She orders a shot, I
decide to try a little rum and coke
Alexis is wild.
In general it’s just
her personality, she’s very flirty. She’s a lot of fun but I haven’t really
been able to let loose in so long it feels a little odd
I let her drag me onto
the dance floor.
Some upbeat dance remix
is playing
It doesn’t take long
for the alcohol to take over both of our systems and suddenly all of my
inhibitions are thrown right out the window
We get asked to dance a
lot, which we both gladly agree too
One guy starts to get a
little touchy, I want to tell him to stop but I keep thinking about Dean and I
want to erase all of those feelings and touches from my system
We have been dancing
for several moments when I hear a loud noise behind me and feel the guy I was
dancing with being pulled away.
I turn suddenly and see
Dean.
His face is bright red,
veins popping out of his neck and on the side of his forehead. He grabs the guy
I was dancing with and pulls him towards a hall way
I need to follow them,
I don’t know why but I can’t let him get beat up because Dean is being crazy
Dean shoves the guy up
against the wall
“Do you know who the
fuck I am?” he asks the guy, spit flying out if his mouth onto the guys face as
he screams the words
The guy looks scared
shitless “ye…yes. You’re Dean Corvus.”
Dean doesn’t look
impressed that the guy knows “so you know what the fuck that means right?”
“Yes” the guy whispers
“Good. So I suggest you
stay the fuck away from her and find someone else to dance with.” He gives the
guy a rough shove towards the entry way. The man trips over his own feet from
the force of the push and stumbles back onto the dance floor
I glare at Dean, his
arms are now crossed across his middle. His legs are shoulder width apart. He’s
dressed in an expensive looking suit. But the suit does nothing to wipe the
look of murder from his face
“What the fuck is your
problem?” I ask
He stands there.
Motionless. Silent
“Oh fuck you.” I turn
to storm off. I don’t get more than a foot away when he grabs my arm and
roughly yanks me back toward him.
Now I am the one shoved
up against the wall, where moments earlier my innocent dance partner was
standing
“Did you like that?”
Dean asks, his voice is harsh. It isn’t the voice of the guy I have spoken to a
million times before
“What you roughing up a
guy I was dancing with. No.”
He
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