The music shook the very foundations of the small club as the DJ flipped between various dance tracks, the small crowd of people moved together on the tiny patch of floor reserved for dancers. Strobe lights flickered across the smoke filled club as people met each other and mingled, happy to spend the night talking with friends. Alex sat with several of his own buddies in a corner booth overlooking the floor, a group of empty bottles scattered across the table revealed a good night of drinking, the alcohol had taken its toll upon him and his drunken eyes lazily scanned the surrounding club while his friends chattered amongst themselves. He had seen a cute girl earlier in the night and was now trying to see if she was still in this place or if she had moved on to another location.
'Why don't you go over and talk to her?' His brother asked smiling taking a swig from his blue bottle.
'Who?' Alex replied blinking out of his own world of thoughts and desire.
'The redhead over there, you've been looking for her all night haven't you?'
'What?' He replied sharply, his eyes following his brothers pointing hand over to where the girl was standing at the bar. He could have sworn he had checked that area several times for the woman, but he hadn't seen her all night. She stood there by herself, wearing a short skirt that cut off a little above her knee's complimented by a grey tank top that showed off her impressive cleavage. Turning to his brother he let a small half smile appear on his features, quickly he pushed his long brown hair out of his eyes and across his ears.
'How am I looking?'
'Fine bro. Good luck!'
Casually Alex sauntered towards the bar, his large frame often made it easy for him to move through a crowded environment, he never pushed anyone out of the way or was rude, people just seemed to get out of his way when he was walking. His heart thudded in his chest, butterflies flittered in his stomach as he got closer, nervousness and low self esteem had always mired his luck with ladies, but he had learned over the years to not let it get to him, he had to try after all. The pretty redhead saw him coming as he neared her place, she smiled invitingly to him.
'Can I buy you a drink?' She asked as he stood next to her at the bar. Alex's brain shut down, then rebooted as he found himself jumping a hurdle that no longer existed. She spoke softly in an American accent, maybe she was here on vacation or had immigrated, Alex didn't care which he could work with both.
'Uh Sure, Stella please.'
'I thought you would never come over, I've been trying to catch your eye all night.' She replied ordering the drinks with a twinkle in her deep blue eyes. 'My name's Nikole.' She added passing him his bottle then nodding towards an empty table nearby.
'Alex.'
'So, Alex. What do you do?'
'I work in a kitchen nearby.'
The night passed by in a daze, at least by Alex's reckoning, he had never met anyone he was so comfortable with. The two talked for hours and hours about anything that happened to come up, his thoughts, feelings, fears. Her own aspirations, her desires, her interests. He learned that she had indeed emigrated to England after a large period of bad luck in her life had ruined any chance of a normal life in the states. Often he had heard his friends talk about the spark they often felt when a new relationship was beginning to blossom, but he had never felt such a thing before, musing this over in his mind he was further shocked when Nikole offered to take him back to her place so they could talk for longer as the clubs in town were all shutting down.
'S..Sure.' He stammered as she smiled at his nervousness.
'Just to talk, mind you.' She said biting her lower lip and smiling coyly. Alex couldn't help but feel aroused at the thought however, his blood seemed to boil with passion as he hungrily ate up her body with his dark brown eyes. She had been sitting cross legged the entire night, her long stiletto heels making all the muscles in her legs bulge out against her soft milky skin. Every time she laughed, Nikole would shake her hair, the long curly strands of red hair would drift across her face, he found her incredibly alluring and interesting. The thought of spending the night with her, even just to talk was something he couldn't refuse. Smiling to the barman as they left, the two walked out of the club and headed straight for the nearby taxi rank.
'I always feel nervous getting a cab alone.' Nikole said as they walked down the long line of taxi's looking for one with it's lights on.
'I'm sure all those stories are just urban myths.' Alex remarked, thinking about all the rumours about cabbies raping solitary female passengers.
'Even so, I still feel better I've got a strong man with me tonight.'