It was safe to say that it was an unremarkable start to the evening at the dark and smouldering metal club. I was wearing a black lacy top with black boudoir style tights that stretched an alluring line from my vixen red shoes towards the suggestive yet coveted curves underneath my flared leather skirt. When we got to the smoky club, it was full of hot, sweaty, band tee clad men and dark eyed girls dressed in tartan and piercings. They were dancing sexily and heavily in their chosen rooms, drinking their jΓ€ger and strumming the air to show the world that they were having a great time. My friends and I headed over to the bar and a couple of drinks and a mask of face paint later, we were ready to take to the dance floor within the bleak harem surrounded by cages of amorous couples.
After a 2 hours of heavy songs and equally heavy strumming, some of the group had paired off with their sexual treats for the evening. As I had not been lucky in the first wave of heavily petted advances, I headed back to the bar for another drink with the intention of buying another jΓ€ger to ease the night along. However, before I got there with my pure intentions, I went into the ladies to adjust my make-up. I walked past a younger girl and put my small bag onto a questionably grim sink. I got my lipstick out of my bag, and applied a coat onto my small yet full lips. As I was applying, I noticed the girl that I had passed was staring at me as I looked into the mirror. I smiled after the application, puckered my lips briefly and asked her if she would like to borrow my lipstick, trying to be nice. I thought, as she was staring, that the only reason for her pretty eyes to be upon me was to ask where I had purchased my brand of make-up. I glanced at her: all of 19, very slender, all legs, not much chest but, on closer reflection, a killer arse. I felt a little awkward looking at her pretty face, she was a typical black haired, dark skinned beauty with dark, wide eyes and a large mouth. She was wearing a floral shirt dress which lead into black biker boots. I could not help but think she was a little out of place. She looked too girly, too precious for the likes of a darkened drinking hole in the middle of Notting Hill, listening to thrash metal and hardcore punk.
She took my lipstick and said "you have such a lovely face, I love your lips in that colour!"
I blushed slightly, bemused that such a pretty creature would say that to me and cynically put it down to the "obvious" over consumption of alcohol. She placed a layer of colour on her lips smiled sweetly at me and gave it back.
"Are you having a good night?" I said. I am so bad at small talk, but what else do you do?
"Yes I have just come with some friends I will have to go and find them."
"Well good luck!" I smiled and walked out the bathroom to rekindle my intention of getting a jΓ€ger. As I got to the bar, I noticed the girl stalk out of the toilets and a few minutes later I looked across and she was right next to me.
"Can I join you for a drink? I can't seem to seem anyone I know and you have a nice smile..." she trailed off in a deep, sweet tone.
"Of course," I said.