Natasha
There was always something about a good night out that really made my adrenaline rush. The whole process from having a long bubble bath to blasting music whilst getting ready with your best friends and then finally piling into a taxi to the club at 11pm after finishing copious amounts of home made cocktails and bottles of wine. There was just something you couldn't beat about a decent girls night out.
There was a new club opening in town and myself and my two best girlfriends had decided that we would book a VIP booth for us. Knowing this town the line to get in would be horrendous which is why booking the booth was a brilliant option because two words; queue jump. It was only February, so it was pretty chilly outside and in our opinion there was nothing worse than a jacket over a slinky sparkly dress. Also, I'd decided for the first time I'd wear something other than black and I didn't actually have a jacket that would go with the teal sequin figure fitting dress. It fell to about mid thigh but the neck was high. Amber, who has been my best friend since we were in nursery school, had always said you either go with cleavage or leg but never both. Saying that though, she'd broken her 'rule' many times.
"So, Tasha." Amber flicked her silver blonde hair over her tanned shoulder as she leant forward to pick up her wine glass filled with red wine. "I bet you fifty pounds that Elle over there leaves with a guy two hours in."
I laughed as I looked over at Elle, the frown on her pixie like face was almost cute. It was true though, it always happened. She always caught the eye of the biggest looking guy in the club. If he couldn't easily bench press her over his head then she wasn't interested. She also regularly picked up guys from her local gym, which had gotten her a reputation but she just didn't care. I had met Elle in college four years ago in our ancient history lecture and we'd just hit it off. She was a tiny but powerful little goth girl and she hadn't changed much in those years. She still had the same blunt black bob haircut with straight bangs. She had on a pair of black leather shorts and a black sequin vest. Apparently sequins were a theme tonight.
"I can't help it," Elle lifted her black platform stiletto clad foot, inspecting her new shoes and then leant forward pouring three shots of Tequila. "I have a sickness for big hot guys."
"You don't have to explain yourself." I gave her a wink and took the shot from her. "But Amber, I give it one hour."
Amber raised her shot glass and Elle flipped us both off as we toasted our little glasses and licked the salt off of our hands before downing the shots and then sucking on the slices of lemon. It was nearing eleven and Amber had booked the taxi that would be here in around ten minutes time. We quickly drained the rest of our drinks and got our things together. I grabbed my matching teal clutch bag and stood up feeling the buzz of the tequila slammer I'd just had and walked over to the mirror a little wobbly in my black heels. I checked on my make up quickly touching up my dark red lipstick and ran a hand through my sleek straight dark brown hair.
Amber's phone pinged, signalling that our taxi was outside and we all left her house. I quickly made sure I had my house keys, phone and money then followed the girls out of the door. We all piled into the back seat much to the pervert drivers disappointment and chatted the usual crap as we made our way to the club. The club was called Temptation, something we'd all laughed about when it had been revealed on Facebook and Instagram a few weeks before because it sounded like a strip club. Of course it wasn't but it still made us laugh, regardless.
As we pulled up outside of the club we thanked our lucky stars we'd paid for the VIP package as the line was a lot longer than we'd suspected. We got out of the taxi and walked to the large bouncer on the door. I was hoping my brother, Ronson would be on the doors tonight but apparently not. Elle flashed him a flirtatious smile which he returned, his eyes dropping down momentarily to her chest. He grabbed his clipboard as she told him her surname that the reservation was under and he unclipped the velvet rope and let us straight in. We didn't have to pay the door price and we went straight up the stairs to the VIP booth area. It was up on a balcony overlooking the large dance floor below. We had been given wrist bands so we could go back and forth between the VIP and regular dance area.
The three of us took to our small booth and Amber popped the cork on the bottle of champagne, pouring each of us a glass. Not being much of a champagne drinker I quickly downed the glass with a grimace and then walked myself over to the bar ordering a random vodka cocktail. The girl behind the VIP bar gave me a smile as she went to work on my drink. I paid the girl as she place the blue coloured drink on the bar in front of me. I took it and made my way back to the table.
An hour later we were all on the main dance floor dancing our asses off. Much as we'd anticipated, Elle had a rather buff looking guy attached to her backside grinding away. I gave Amber a pointed look and she laughed leaning over to me and shouting into my ear over the music.
"It's been an hour and she hasn't left yet!" She had a point. I was about to be fifty quid out of pocket at this rate.
"Guys, I'm going to head out." Elle's voice cut into our conversation and I grinned triumphantly at Amber who rolled her eyes and shoved the money into my hand. Nicely done.
I watched Elle saunter her little behind out of the club, the huge guy holding onto her hand as she went and couldn't help but envy my little friend's confidence when it came to the opposite sex. The amount of time's we'd all gone out together and I ended up being the person going home alone. Of course I'd always told them it was alright to leave me to get in the taxi on my own. Our nights always ended up with those two pulling and me getting the taxi driver to stop off at the McDonald's drive through. I'd go back to my small studio flat, sit in my bed eating double cheese burgers and then pass out, alone. Always alone.
It wasn't like I was inexperienced or anything, I mean I've had boyfriends before and the occasional one night stand but I just didn't like that life. It was always awkward in the morning. Either I'd be quickly getting dressed and getting the hell out of there or coming up with some excuse to get them out. The worst part of it all was that the guy would always want to grab breakfast, only to go and then never call. I didn't care, I had my own life to think about. I'm in my final year of uni and with that and my job at the local paper I really didn't have the time for a bloke. I really wanted a cat and I wouldn't have time for that either, can you guess what I'm more upset about? Yes, the cat.
Sometimes you just had to put things into perspective, because life doesn't give you hand outs. You have to go out and get what you want and right now my degree comes before anything else. Amber always tells me that I'm becoming miserable because of my lack of a man in my life. Unlike Elle, Amber is a hopeless romantic and that is why she's always heartbroken. For a start she picks up her 'boyfriends' while we're all drunk and they're drunk in clubs and bars. Not that you can't find decent guys here but she doesn't really go for decent guys. Like for instance this dude she knows at her work is majorly into her but of course she doesn't see it, no matter how many times we tell her.
"I think I might call it a night." I call out to her over the music. I'd stopped drinking and my buzz was starting to turn into a headache. "I'm hungry and I want my bed."
Amber rolled her eyes at me decided she'd come with me anyway as, her words, there was no decent cock out tonight anyway. We decided to stop off at the late night burger place that was still open and actually had passable food. It wasn't too busy because the clubs hadn't let out yet and that was when the place really became a nightmare. I ordered myself cheese fries and double cheese burger along with a cherry coke making a mental note to double my time on the cross trainer at the gym on Monday.
We sat down at our usual table and ate in silence, too busy stuffing our faces to bother to converse with one another. Amber was half way through her chicken burger, leisurely people watching when she grinned and her green eyes widening as she looked at me. I raised an eyebrow at her and took a drink of my coke washing down my mouthful of delicious burger.
"What has got your attention?" I asked deadpan because I already knew it would have something to do with a man. "Or should I say who, slut."
"Not my attention," She wiggled her eyebrows. "There's a guy over in that corner to the left and he keeps looking at you."
I frowned at her and stretched out my arms turning my head to left in a bid to see who this dude was that had apparently been looking at me. The whole thing would have looked so inconspicuous if Amber wasn't so obviously staring at him too. True to her word, a table of three guys sat to the left of the room in the corner. One of them, at that moment turned and his eyes locked with mine. He smiled sheepishly, obviously being caught and if I wasn't mistaken even blushed slightly.
His hair was a brown, like a milk chocolate brown colour. Shaved close on the sides but a mass of straight hair on the top that he'd styled to kind of slick back but there was so much of it that it kept falling into his deep brown eyes that were framed by a pair of thick rimmed glasses. His smile though, it was so gorgeous with perfectly straight teeth and full lips. His shirt a dark navy with some kind of white pattern on it which I couldn't make out from where I was sitting and black jeans. Some kind of boots on his feet hid under the table. I quickly looked away and blinked at my best friend.
"Natasha," She breathed at me and I could smell the alcohol and tomato ketchup on her breath. Not the best of scents but it wasn't gross. "If you don't talk to that guy I'll never speak to you again."
"Yeah, right." I chuckled shaking my head and picking up my drink. "Look at me. I look like a whore and he looks like a hipster version of an Adonis I'm not talking to him!"
"You do know that since we walked in he's been checking you out right?" She harshly whispered at me. "You look like you've been on a night out, like everyone else does in here."
I shook my head, too self conscious to believe what she was saying. I'd felt amazing when I got dressed earlier but suddenly I felt the dress that earlier clung to each curve in the most sexy way now dug into everywhere it could and was much too short. I wished I'd had brought a jacket with me now, even though I'd had nothing to go with this. I rubbed my arms as I wrapped them around myself and Amber's expression turned soft as she sighed.
"I don't get how you don't see what we all see." She reached over and rubbed my arm. "But just trust me, you'll regret not giving him your number."
Dylan
