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I am in the mood for some dancing. We could go to Galactic and then maybe end at your place?
By dancing, she really means getting liquored up and grinding her ass against me until I am begging her to come home with me. I can support the first part, but I have no intention of fucking her this soon in our ... whatever this is.
I'll meet you there, what time?
If I pick her up, it's harder to get her to go back home after. If she meets me there, I can at least put her in an Uber at the end of the night and can ensure she makes it home safely. I'm trying to avoid the awkward moment of her wanting to come back to my place, and it's already on her mind. If somehow that ends up happening, I will have to shut her down and then I will look like an asshole.
Let's say nine?
Sounds good, see you soon.
My eyes check the clock, assessing if I have time for a shower. 8:13. I push off my bed and make my way into the bathroom, my hands already pushing down my sweatpants, kicking them to the side.
The hot water rushes down my back, my palms flat against the shower wall. Images of Delaney in that flowered dress running rampant in my mind. My fingers wrap around my dick, the hardness under my skinfamiliar, my hand the only thing that has touched me there. A few strokes is all it takes before I am shooting my release at the shower drain. That should help quell any temptation.
I towel off quickly, pushing the fabric against my hair and running it across my body. Dark jeans cover my black boxers. A light gray polo shirt completes the look. I will probably be hot as shit crowded with strangers, but this is the best option I have.
My keys clang together as I scoop them off the table next to the door, slide my now sock-clad feet into the nicest shoes I own - some loafer looking things made of black faux leather. I am out the door and climbing into the dark navy SUV parked in my space. I'm in no rush to get there, honestly dreading it, so I drive the speed limit the entire way.
I finally found parking, did you already go in?
Ya, I will be near the bathroom so you can find me, it's nuts in here tonight!
I am a little late.And by a little, I mean at least twenty-six minutes late by the time I find parking and walk to the building. I can practically see the bricks on the outside pulsing with every hit of the bass. There isn't a line outside, which is either a good sign that it won't be too crowded or a bad sign that this club actually sucks and isn't worth it. Regardless, I flash my ID to the burly man standing guard at the door. He keeps his arms crossed and only nods his head in my direction, granting me entry without a word.
My theory about this not being a great place must have been wrong. I'm pretty sure the bouncer should be fired since it looks like he hasn't denied anyone entry all night. It is wall to wall bodies. The ones who are dancing are just a blob in the middle of the floor, all of them forced to move together in rhythm since there is no open space.
Searching the outside rim of the room, I finally spot the bathroom sign glowing neon and do my best to push through people without touching asses. It is a challenge when they all seem to be gyrating and twerking with little regard to who is around them. Fuck, I am out of my league here. I rarely feel the 'I'm too old for this shit vibe' considering I am only twenty-four, but at this moment, it feels all too real, my head pounding to the techno beat.
Carina's golden hair catches the light as I get closer, the blue lights bouncing around the room making it turn green occasionally. It is a little quieter over here now that I'm not in the middle of the action on the club floor, but the music is still shaking the walls.
"Hey handsome, so glad you made it. Isn't this place wild?" She leans towards me, talking loud against my ear and sneaking a kiss onto my cheek. Her hand rests on my bicep and she squeezes as she plants her lips on me. Shemust be wearing lipstick because there is a fresh spot on my face that feels sticky.
"It's definitely interesting. Have you come here before?"
"Oh ya, my girlfriends and I were here opening night and have been back a few times since then. The DJ is a genius, the way he mixes beats and samples from old music is everything."
I appreciate how passionate she is about this, but wow, we are so not compatible. I hate club music. I hate clubs in general if I'm being honest, but the music doesn't help the atmosphere one bit. All the bass bumping and electronic buzzes and beeps. Give me a classic guitar and drum cadence and I am all in.
"Can I grab you a drink?" I do the gentlemanly thing. If she went through all this to look nice for me, she might as well get a free drink or two out of it.
"Oh em gee yes! The bartender who is working tonight makes this special drink called a Supernova and it's amazing."
"Okay, I will be right back." I turn to try and weave my way back to the bar and I almost miss the next thing she says.
"I am going to venture closer to the DJ booth. My friends decided to come out tonight and you didn't get to meet them yet so that will be fun! I will text you once I find their table."
Great, closer to the obnoxious music, just what I wanted. At least the music is drowning out my inner voice that is wondering why Delaney hasn't replied to me in over twenty-four hours.
I plow my way towards the bar and I'm not surewhich is more crowded: the dance floor or the line to the counter. There are no stools to sit at so it's all people pushing their way towards the several bartenders and trying to get their attention.
Being without tits has its downfall when it comes to getting service in a place like this. The bartenders are all male, their chests bare and covered in glitter. This is going to take a while. A new song starts and it sounds like it has part of The Beatles in it, but it's so tweaked and twisted, I can barely make out which song it is. Why even bother adding in the sample of another song if you're only going to ruin it and make it unrecognizable in the end?
"Delaney, get me a Supernova!" A voice loud enough to make the techno sound like it's on mute hits my ear. What are the odds that there is another woman who is local that has that name? Pretty much zero chance. I find the shouting body of Bryn and track her line of sight to Delaney who is glowing like a fucking disco ball. I didn't expect her to be wearing something so flashy, I guess her style has changed a bit.
I can't see much of her with the bodies between us, but it motivates me to start pushing towards the front with more aggression. Within seconds, there are no more people between us and we are only a few body widths away from the counter.
The smell of her shampoo is different. Instead of the fresh lavender scent it was when we were kids, she smells like something more exotic. More erotic. She smells like a fancy hotel room after a night of romance and sex. Like roses and champagne and seduction. Fuck, it should be against the law for her to smell so good. I try not to inhale her scent too much,worried I will suck her hair into my nose and alert her that I am there. Up until now, she has been oblivious of me.
