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him.
She touched my arm. “You all right?”
I nodded and looked down. No, I was not all right, but I was not going to admit that.
“Are you sure you want to go out tonight? We could stay in and watch that new zombie movie,” Kammy said.
Pain sliced through me. She had unknowingly suggested one of Bo’s favorite movies, and it made me want to be watching it with him right now. I wanted to curl up in his arms and have him hold me and tell me he loves me. I wanted to go over to his place and tell him I changed my mind and beg him to love me. But I knew he wouldn’t accept that. He thought I didn’t love him, and he would never accept that I simply changed my mind. He deserved to be loved with passion, not as an afterthought.
“We’re going out.” I told her and downed the last shot.
The taxi we ordered arrived in front of Kammy’s, and we hopped in. The driver was a young man, and his eyes roamed over my chest as he asked us where our destination was. I told him to take us to Crunch. It was the hottest, skankiest, sweat-filled club in Vegas. His eyes roamed over my chest again, but he just nodded and began to drive.
“Crunch, Ivy? Really?” Kammy asked quietly. We had only been there once before. Just long enough to walk in and realize the clientele was way below our standards and then walk out. But from what I remembered, they had a huge dance floor and a bar. The two things I needed the most.
The taxi driver stopped at the line outside Crunch. We paid the man, and he wished us a good night.
Catcalls and whistles erupted from the line as we walked past, and I smiled and looked coquettishly at the men. As always, the bouncers let us in without any problem and we made a direct line to the bar, getting my ass grabbed three times as I weaved through the crowd.
“SHOTS!” I shouted to the bartender when I finally reached the bar.
“What kind?” the bartender shouted back.
“You pick!” I really did not give a shit right now.
A man grabbed my ass, and I turned to look at him.
“Lemme buy those for you, kitten.” He looked to be about thirty years older than Kammy and me and those thirty years hadn’t been kind to him.
“I won’t argue with that,” I said as ran a finger from my neck all the way down to my belly button. His eyes followed my finger, and it looked like he was about to explode right on the spot.
The man paid for the drinks in a hurry, and we cheered and tossed them back. I slammed my glass down on the bar and was just about to demand another when Kammy grabbed my hand and shouted at the man. “We’re going to dance!”
She pulled me away from the man to dance floor on the opposite side of the club.
“What was that for? He would have bought us drinks all night,” I said as we cut across the dance floor to find a good spot.
“He was old!! We can find better!” she shouted before turning to me and starting to dance.
The music was perfect club music, and I surrendered myself to the beat. This is what I wanted right now. I wanted bass thumping so loudly and enough alcohol flowing through my veins I wouldn’t be able to remember Bo and how I had lost my best friend.
Kammy and I bumped and ground against each other. Hands from the crowd groped all over me, but I couldn’t care less whom they belonged to. I was a sweaty mess, and in that moment, it helped. For a second, a fraction of the pain was taken away, and I felt better. These strangers could make me feel good, even if Bo couldn’t.
A song came on that pulled me from my daze. It reminded me of Bo, and the pain surged back. I found Kammy and grabbed her hand.
“Drinks!” I shouted at her over the bass.
“Are you sure you need more?”
“DRINKS!!” I shouted louder and stumbled through the crowd toward the bar. Several men fanned out from the bar as I approached, creating a circle around Kammy and me. “Who wants to buy us some tequila shots, boys?”
Wallets flew out and money was placed on the bar. Kammy
She touched my arm. “You all right?”
I nodded and looked down. No, I was not all right, but I was not going to admit that.
“Are you sure you want to go out tonight? We could stay in and watch that new zombie movie,” Kammy said.
Pain sliced through me. She had unknowingly suggested one of Bo’s favorite movies, and it made me want to be watching it with him right now. I wanted to curl up in his arms and have him hold me and tell me he loves me. I wanted to go over to his place and tell him I changed my mind and beg him to love me. But I knew he wouldn’t accept that. He thought I didn’t love him, and he would never accept that I simply changed my mind. He deserved to be loved with passion, not as an afterthought.
“We’re going out.” I told her and downed the last shot.
The taxi we ordered arrived in front of Kammy’s, and we hopped in. The driver was a young man, and his eyes roamed over my chest as he asked us where our destination was. I told him to take us to Crunch. It was the hottest, skankiest, sweat-filled club in Vegas. His eyes roamed over my chest again, but he just nodded and began to drive.
“Crunch, Ivy? Really?” Kammy asked quietly. We had only been there once before. Just long enough to walk in and realize the clientele was way below our standards and then walk out. But from what I remembered, they had a huge dance floor and a bar. The two things I needed the most.
The taxi driver stopped at the line outside Crunch. We paid the man, and he wished us a good night.
Catcalls and whistles erupted from the line as we walked past, and I smiled and looked coquettishly at the men. As always, the bouncers let us in without any problem and we made a direct line to the bar, getting my ass grabbed three times as I weaved through the crowd.
“SHOTS!” I shouted to the bartender when I finally reached the bar.
“What kind?” the bartender shouted back.
“You pick!” I really did not give a shit right now.
A man grabbed my ass, and I turned to look at him.
“Lemme buy those for you, kitten.” He looked to be about thirty years older than Kammy and me and those thirty years hadn’t been kind to him.
“I won’t argue with that,” I said as ran a finger from my neck all the way down to my belly button. His eyes followed my finger, and it looked like he was about to explode right on the spot.
The man paid for the drinks in a hurry, and we cheered and tossed them back. I slammed my glass down on the bar and was just about to demand another when Kammy grabbed my hand and shouted at the man. “We’re going to dance!”
She pulled me away from the man to dance floor on the opposite side of the club.
“What was that for? He would have bought us drinks all night,” I said as we cut across the dance floor to find a good spot.
“He was old!! We can find better!” she shouted before turning to me and starting to dance.
The music was perfect club music, and I surrendered myself to the beat. This is what I wanted right now. I wanted bass thumping so loudly and enough alcohol flowing through my veins I wouldn’t be able to remember Bo and how I had lost my best friend.
Kammy and I bumped and ground against each other. Hands from the crowd groped all over me, but I couldn’t care less whom they belonged to. I was a sweaty mess, and in that moment, it helped. For a second, a fraction of the pain was taken away, and I felt better. These strangers could make me feel good, even if Bo couldn’t.
A song came on that pulled me from my daze. It reminded me of Bo, and the pain surged back. I found Kammy and grabbed her hand.
“Drinks!” I shouted at her over the bass.
“Are you sure you need more?”
“DRINKS!!” I shouted louder and stumbled through the crowd toward the bar. Several men fanned out from the bar as I approached, creating a circle around Kammy and me. “Who wants to buy us some tequila shots, boys?”
Wallets flew out and money was placed on the bar. Kammy
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