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.
For a second he considered just leaving her alone, when a voice in his back made him turn.
"Hey, did you found her?" Lars asked holding a screwdriver.
"Yeah..."
"Will you get her?" Jason asked nervously.
"You focking kiddin', right?" Lars chuckled, "He's gonna take her out like a cave man dragging her by the hair." Jason just opened his blue eyes wide in awe.
"Hey!" James turned to look at Lars quite offended.
Let's Dance
slowly faded into the mix and Joe Elliot's shouts echoed loudly announcing the start of
Pour some sugar on me
. At this the blond friend jumped, calling Kristen's attention, and he could see she took the hand of her boyfriend to drag him onto his feet. The 'yuppie idiot' turned to look at Kristen, reaching a hand to invite her to dance. She just smiled politely and accepted his hand. James felt his guts twisting inside, but was nothing compared to the stab in the stomach he felt as she got up and he had a sight of her back... the damned dress had huge opening, leaving the skin of her back naked from below her shoulders, to her derriere.
And he wasn't the only one noticing it, as he could see the
yuppie motherfucker
checking her out while walking behind her as they approached the dancing floor. James grit his teeth, hating the bastard.
As they reached the other two, the blond friend turned to Kristen and winked, then made a count to three with her fingers. Suddenly both girls started moving at the same time, lifting one arm on the air, then the other.
C'mon, take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up...
Then slowly turned to face each other and lustily ran their hands over each others bodies all the way down with the music, one first, then the other.
Pour some sugar on me
(Ooh, in the name of love)
Pour some sugar on me
(C'mon fire me up)
Pour your sugar on me
To then shake their hips up and down, humping each other teasingly.
I'm hot, sticky sweet
From my head to my feet, yeah
