CHAPTER XII
"Uh, that lip color really suits you, man!" Lars chuckled.
James wiped roughly his mouth with the back of his hand, shooting him a murderous glance and Lars' smile faded within the second, while Jason just looked confused at both of them.
"You focking okay?" Lars asked inn worry, detecting the rage sparkle in his eyes.
James just paced anxiously in front of the door.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Lars asked again, "It sounded like, uh, you were doing really great upstairs, huh?" Smiling naughtily to him, turned to seek Jason's support, who smiled in approval with a thumb up.
"Arrrgh!" James growled, "I need a fucking beer!" And strode to the kitchen, followed by the confused glares of his friends.
"Fock!" Lars exclaimed and giving Jason a meaningful look, got up to follow James into the kitchen.
James was already emptying his can of beer when Lars approached.
"Fuck, off!" James yelled.
"Just came for a beer, uhmkay?" Lars brushed his bangs to the side with the thumb and approached the fridge.
James crushed the empty can in his hand and threw it away in anger to the opposite wall.
"Shit!" Lars screamed ducking instinctively.
"She's gone dancing... in a double date... she said it was a favor to her friend, who lied for her so she could stay with me last night," he took Lars' beer from his hands.
"She's bold! Uhm, I mean... to tell you!" Lars bit a laugh, but his eyes lighted with mirth, then shook his head. "Focking Het, you're a Neanderthal".
James just stared at him with an incredulous stare, "Did you see her?" Angrily took a big sip from the can.
"Why can't you just trust her, huh? I mean, you already focked her brains out ten minutes ago," he grinned to him.
James almost choked on his beer, wrath overtaking him, "No, fuck!" The half full can in his hand was crushed too, spilling it's content through his fingers, "I was just starting with her!"
Lars' green eyes opened wide, "Oh, shit! You were really working her up, huh?" But couldn't help to laugh.
"Oh, hell!" James cursed and turned to leave.
"Oh, my God! You're going there, right?"
"Yeap!"
"Fock..." Lars whispered and added, "Wait, we'll drive you!" And ran grinning after him.
A few minutes later they were on their way, although they had no idea where that 'Cat Club' was.
"Dudes! I don't think I want to be a part of this," Jason said with a worried expression from the backseat. Neither of the two seemed to pay attention to him. Lars pulled over in front of a bunch of people waiting to cross the street.
"Jason, ask those people for the 'Cat Club' would'ya?" Lars ordered.
Jason rolled his eyes but did as he was told.
After an hour of poor Jason asking around, they finally found the place in the district of Soma. As they approached the entrance they could see they were so out of place, most of the guys in line seemed out from
Miami Vice
, wearing white T-shirts, sport jackets, linen pants and slip on loafers with no socks.
"I don't think they'll let us in dressed like this!" Lars chuckled looking at his battered jeans and old
Venom
shirt, but James just kept walking to the entrance, pointing at the huge biker type guy at the door, who sported a Metallica T-shirt.
"All right!" Lars smiled.
"Hey, Masteeeer!" the guy at the door greeted him with metal horns. "What happened to you, man?" he asked as he noticed the plastered arm half hidden under his open leather jacket.
"Broke my arm skate boarding."
"Shit, man! Must be dying to pick a guitar!"
"You have no idea!"
"What are you doing in a place like this?" the guy asked clearly surprised.
"Came to pick up my chick, can I go in?"
"Of course! But hey, can I have your autograph?" the guy handed him a pen, and turn his back for him to sign his T-shirt.
"Sure, and my other band mates too," he signed, and turned smiling smugly to Lars and Jase.
"Cool!"
Once inside David Bowie's
Let's Dance
resonated in the room filled with flashing lights and smoke. After ordering a beer, James scanned the place with narrowing eyes from the tending bar, until he found her sitting at a table by the jammed dancing floor. He drank his
Coors
observing the scene, from there he could see her blond friend laughing in the arms of, which he supposed, was her boyfriend. Kristen's date was right in front of him. He drank faster. This tall brunette, dressed in business casual, with short curly hair, not horrible looking, to his dislike.
So it's a yuppie idiot,
he thought, placing his empty bottle in the counter. The guy seemed to be having a good time, laughing with the other two, and Kristen, she just sat kind of forgotten in the corner, singing the song with a lost stare. Actually she seemed very sad. For a reason that made him feel quite guilty and stupid.
