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“Hey,” Gina said, “it’s time for a birthday drink for the birthday girl! What’s your poison, Ty?”
“I'll have vodka sonic!”
“Okay,” she said, “directions please?”
“Vodka, soda, a splash of tonic, and lime,” I recited. She mixed up two for us and we raised our glasses. “To an epic night!” we chimed in unison.
The Sanctuary was located in the trendy Buckhead district of Atlanta. Our limo pulled up to the club’s entrance and idled. The beats from inside filtered out onto the sidewalk and groups of young patrons patiently waited in line; one in, one out. The chauffeur exited our limo and opened the doors for both of us. We took our time stepping out, loving our chance to make an entrance. Guys waiting in the crowd outside let out low whistles as we made our way to the door. Gina led the way, pulling me along behind her. I wasn’t used to the high heels and didn’t feel as steady on my feet as Gina. Once at the door, the bouncer smiled warmly and held the door open.
Inside, the spacious club was packed. There were various levels of the club with tables, booths, a bar area, and a multi-level dance floor that was already flooded with people. The current live band was playing Pink’s song “So What,” one of my favorites. I noticed that there was a mezzanine that bordered the entire club with two separate staircases leading to it. Gina read my thoughts.
“Do you want to sit at a table on the mezzanine?” she yelled over the music. “It’s roomier and we can at least hear each other talk!”
“Sounds good to me,” I yelled.
We headed up that way and right before we got to the wide staircase, Ian came up to Gina, grabbing her from behind, and gave her a giant kiss. They were so crazy in love, and the surprising thing was they were totally opposite personalities. I had to smile as I watched them in action. Ian stood back and admired how sexy she looked. Then he came over to give me a hug and a “Happy Birthday!”
“Thank you!” I yelled over all of the noise.
“You look fantastic, love,” he hollered. I loved his British accent. What a match, Gina from Jersey and Ian from Manchester, England.
“Thank you!” I yelled. Finally the song stopped and we had a few moments until the next set played.
“Ian, Ty and I are going to take a table up on the mezzanine. Where’s Piers? I want to introduce him to Tylar.”
Ian shook his head. “Giner (that was British for Gina I presumed) you need to let things be with that,” he said.
“Hey Ian, it’s her birthday and she's going to want to dance. Who better than Piers?”
Ian laughed and smacked her tight ass. “He’ll be along, I’ll send him up. I should be relieved here in about 30 and then join you up there love.”
“I can hardly wait,” Gina giggled. “C’mon Ty, let’s get some drinks.” Gina got us the VIP table up on the mezzanine. There was an alcove on the mezzanine that was located above the band stage. The mezzanine alcove jutted out a bit over the dance floor, and had its own staircase leading to it. It was semi-private from the rest of the mezzanine. Gina explained it was usually reserved in advance but she and Ian kept it available for us. Gina pushed the button on the wall next to our table to summon our waiter.
Over the loud music, Gina ordered our drinks. Before we were finished with our first round, Ian and Piers joined us. Piers was extremely good looking and possessed the same hot British accent as Ian. He was about 5'11'' in height, lean build, and had dark, almost black hair that was neatly trimmed in what I'd call a business cut. He had dark brown eyes, and a very relaxed demeanor about him.
The next group up was a Scottish boy band that Ian discovered in Atlantic City. They were booked at one of the casinos and Ian had been able to get them for a four-week gig at the Sanctuary on weekends for July. They were called “Johnnie and the Self Abusers.” I had a fairly good buzz going, and Piers leaned over the table and asked me if I wanted to dance. I recognized the old ’80s tune, “Don’t You Forget About Me,” starting. How appropriate I thought. Someone had definitely forgotten about me.
“Sure, I said, grabbing Piers’ outstretched hand as he helped me up. We descended the stairs to the lit dance floor.
It was one of those songs that bordered between fast and slow, so Piers and I did a mixture of both. I caught myself wishing it were Trey that I was dancing with. As the song ended, I raised my head from Piers shoulder. He had his head bowed slightly toward me. Suddenly his lips were brushing mine in a sweet kiss.
Oh no!
“Happy Birthday, Tylar,” he said, smiling.
I returned his smile. He put his arm around me and we headed back up the staircase to the mezzanine. Once seated, more drinks were set in front of me. There they were; the dreaded, Jell-O shots, my downfall from senior prom. I pushed that memory from my mind and tossed the shot back. Right then someone came up from behind me put his arms around me with a squeeze and gave me a “Gotcha!”
“Oh my God!’ I squealed, turning around to see Luke, Clint, and Rodney. “Gina didn’t tell me you were coming!” I jumped up to hug them.
“Whoa,” Clint whistled, checking out my outfit.
“I see that ‘Whoa,’ and raise you a ‘Wow!’” said Rodney. I blushed.
“You look amazing, baby!” Luke winked.
“You guyyzzz” I gushed, feeling no pain. “C’mon, it’s my birthday, let’s toast!” Gina brought another tray of Jell-O shots, and we all took one, toasted, and downed it. The band below was keying up for another tune. The lead singer had the mic, announcing the next song.
“Okay everyone, we’re going to do a two-song tribute right now to the ‘King of Funk’. So I want everyone to hurry on down to this dance floor. That’s right, for the late great, King of Funk, Mr. Rick James his 1981 hit, “Super Freak!”
