managed to get changed quickly after his shift, slipping on a pair of too skinny, skinny jeans and a too skinny, skinny t-shirt. His hair is still a pink Mohawk and he has his trademark guyliner on. He really is a character but he is a genuine good guy and he has been a really great friend to me over the last two years.
“Call me old fashioned,’ Jack whispers as we stand waiting to go inside. There are only a few people in front of us, and it is moving pretty quickly. I turn to look at Jack as he eyes the girl in front of us up and down. “But shouldn’t your shorts be longer than your vagina?” he finally says. We both burst into a fit of hysterics, apart from Jenny, who stands there with a blank, confused expression on her face.
As we enter the club the music is pulsing and I can feel my heart beating to the rhythm. It’s not a club that I have been into before; I glance around noticing that there are two floors, upstairs looks like it’s a VIP area, I can just about make out several well-dressed people looking down over the crowded dance floor below as the lights shine in my eyes. I wonder to myself if there are any celebrities up there, I know the people from Coronation Street often come out to this area. We make our way over to the bar area. I perch my butt onto one of the stools and wait for the bartender to get round to serving us. Jack and Jenny are in deep discussion as I am taking in our surroundings.
“What can I get ya?” The bartender asks when it’s my turn. I order myself a whiskey and Red Bull, I get Jack a vodka and Coke and Jen a Southern Comfort and lemonade. We collect our drinks and head to one of the tables just above the sunken dance floor. Rudimental’s ‘Waiting all Night’ comes on and me and Jen both shriek at the same time. This is our tune. We practically run down the few steps to the dance floor, leaving Jack sat at the table like a lemon. He eventually follows, unhappy that we just ditched him and we dance and drink for what feels like hours. Jen, is grinding up against some random fella, dancing to Silence by Delerium. A few men have tried to dance with me, but I keep brushing them off, I can’t get Damon out of my head. I keep looking around me, getting a sense that someone is watching me. I can’t shift the feeling. Jack is sat down at a table chatting to some lad, I’m pretty sure he is gay too as he is looking at Jack like he wants to devour him.
After a few drinks I really need to find where the toilets are in this place. I tell Jen and Jack where I am going and I head off to search. I find the line to the ladies room that appears to go on forever, I reach the end and stand waiting. My body has gone passed buzzed and it is now well into full on drunk mode. I’m feeling really light headed and slightly sick as my dancing buzz starts to wear off. I’m so desperate to pee that if this line doesn’t move soon there will be a puddle on the floor. I crouch down trying to alleviate the pressure on my bladder, and the next thing I know I am laying on a couch.
I look up into deep blue eyes, I know these eyes, these eyes have taunted me in my dreams for a week. Concern is etched in his brow and he looks pained.
“Isabelle, are you alright?” Oh there’s that American raspy voice again that does desperate things to my insides.
“What happened? Where are my friends?” I ask confused. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I am confused and annoyed that he is once again here when I am at my worst.
Always at my worse!
“Sush, calm down. Jenny has gone to get your purse and Jack is right here.” He moves over and I see Jack behind him looking scared and breathless. I notice that he didn’t answer my last question. “You were in the queue for the bathroom and you must have passed out, we brought you up here to give you some space.”
“ Up here?”
“Yes, you’re in the VIP section.” I’m so confused. It’s then that I remember my urge to pee. I try
“Call me old fashioned,’ Jack whispers as we stand waiting to go inside. There are only a few people in front of us, and it is moving pretty quickly. I turn to look at Jack as he eyes the girl in front of us up and down. “But shouldn’t your shorts be longer than your vagina?” he finally says. We both burst into a fit of hysterics, apart from Jenny, who stands there with a blank, confused expression on her face.
As we enter the club the music is pulsing and I can feel my heart beating to the rhythm. It’s not a club that I have been into before; I glance around noticing that there are two floors, upstairs looks like it’s a VIP area, I can just about make out several well-dressed people looking down over the crowded dance floor below as the lights shine in my eyes. I wonder to myself if there are any celebrities up there, I know the people from Coronation Street often come out to this area. We make our way over to the bar area. I perch my butt onto one of the stools and wait for the bartender to get round to serving us. Jack and Jenny are in deep discussion as I am taking in our surroundings.
“What can I get ya?” The bartender asks when it’s my turn. I order myself a whiskey and Red Bull, I get Jack a vodka and Coke and Jen a Southern Comfort and lemonade. We collect our drinks and head to one of the tables just above the sunken dance floor. Rudimental’s ‘Waiting all Night’ comes on and me and Jen both shriek at the same time. This is our tune. We practically run down the few steps to the dance floor, leaving Jack sat at the table like a lemon. He eventually follows, unhappy that we just ditched him and we dance and drink for what feels like hours. Jen, is grinding up against some random fella, dancing to Silence by Delerium. A few men have tried to dance with me, but I keep brushing them off, I can’t get Damon out of my head. I keep looking around me, getting a sense that someone is watching me. I can’t shift the feeling. Jack is sat down at a table chatting to some lad, I’m pretty sure he is gay too as he is looking at Jack like he wants to devour him.
After a few drinks I really need to find where the toilets are in this place. I tell Jen and Jack where I am going and I head off to search. I find the line to the ladies room that appears to go on forever, I reach the end and stand waiting. My body has gone passed buzzed and it is now well into full on drunk mode. I’m feeling really light headed and slightly sick as my dancing buzz starts to wear off. I’m so desperate to pee that if this line doesn’t move soon there will be a puddle on the floor. I crouch down trying to alleviate the pressure on my bladder, and the next thing I know I am laying on a couch.
I look up into deep blue eyes, I know these eyes, these eyes have taunted me in my dreams for a week. Concern is etched in his brow and he looks pained.
“Isabelle, are you alright?” Oh there’s that American raspy voice again that does desperate things to my insides.
“What happened? Where are my friends?” I ask confused. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I am confused and annoyed that he is once again here when I am at my worst.
Always at my worse!
“Sush, calm down. Jenny has gone to get your purse and Jack is right here.” He moves over and I see Jack behind him looking scared and breathless. I notice that he didn’t answer my last question. “You were in the queue for the bathroom and you must have passed out, we brought you up here to give you some space.”
“ Up here?”
“Yes, you’re in the VIP section.” I’m so confused. It’s then that I remember my urge to pee. I try
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