From the moment I entered the club, I could tell I didn't belong here. At all. The décor reminded me of a gothic adolescent's bedroom, the walls a deep black with red crushed velvet curtains, couches, even rugs. This place would be a safe haven for say Marilyn Manson but for me, with my short stature and suddenly too brightly colored clothing, I felt like the elephant in the room. I gulped loudly as the tall and large bouncer stamps my hand and I bound forward to claim one of the circular black leather encased seats at the mahogany bar. The bartender, looked mid twenty's with an assortment of tattoos and a large ring through his lip, asked me softly "What can I get you?"
"Out of here?" I nervously chuckle as I smooth my fuchsia pink sweater over my black pants and he spots the stamp that signals I'm under twenty one, then said "Just a water with lemon please". He cocked an eyebrow at me, like you defiantly don't belong here hunny, and turned around briskly preparing the glass. Softly thumping the glass on a black coaster and turning around to finish cleaning his work area. I swirled in my seat slightly as I eyed the room. The men were either in some kind of suit or leathered up more than biker. The women followed a similar pattern, either draped in an expensive muted color dress or slutted out in what I suspected to be stripper attire. The odd clash of fashion made me even more nervous because I looked neither like a business woman nor a stripper. My phone softly buzzed in my purse as I rummaged through it and finally grasped it from it's hiding place.
"Rebecca, where are you?!," I tried to hide the panic and unease in my tone but miserably failed.
"Alice, what's wrong? I was just running behind with work. On my way now," Rebecca used her soothing tone that felt like a pat on the back telling me to hang in there.
"I really don't think I belong here, Rebecca. I'm not even dressed properly. I stick out like a sore thumb," Rebecca paused for a moment then said "You didn't listen when I told you to wear the little plum dress did you?"
I shifted my eyes, then focused them, like she really could see me avoiding her glance through the phone.
"No it was too short, I'm in what I wore to work," my head snaps around as Rebecca rushes into the club in a curvy hugging black dress with shiny pointed red heels. She melted in perfectly with the more sophisticated side of the members. Before she responds on the phone, she is settling down next to be, propping her purse on the bar.
"Showing a little leg never killed anyone, Alice," she is right, gah, I can't stand when she is. My mouth twists into a half frown.
"Miss Lenton, so glad to see you again. What would you like?" the bartender's face was filled with happiness at the sight of Rebecca, people always liked Rebecca instantly, and she hardly ever had to try, unlike me.
"Martini with olives, please Scott" she flashed him a sexy little smile and briefly I seen his face turn a light shade of pink. The effect her smile had on people, it took me a while to become friends with Rebecca because I was so intimidated by her. She was gorgeous with long blonde hair, a very slim figure and legs that ran miles but her lovely demeanor and expressed interest in my friendship wore me down in no time. How can you dislike someone that is so darn likable? I did hate the ugly duckling feeling I had next to her. With my short bobbed dark brown hair, everyone towered over me due to my shortness, was way too plump for my height and wore glasses. Forever cute but never sexy. At least I'm cute, I say trying to comfort myself slightly. I clearly looked like the nerdy Velma next to the blonde Daphne.
"You are too far in your head again, Alice. Back to reality" Rebecca probed me back to the present.
"Sorry, was spacing out. I'm kinda tired might go home and rest" I say eying the time on my phone's screen.
"Bullshit, you never go to bed early. Probably going to slink off to that chatroom, only reason why you bought membership here isn't it?" she looks at me with slight irritation in your voice.
