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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Part Two - You Probably Couldn't See For The Lights But You Were Staring Straight At Me
We go through the usual rigmarole of entering a club, two bouncers, one of ‘em was alright the other was a scary’n, his way or no way totalitarian. But whatever we got in, had a tour by the manager, everything is wipe downable, it’s tacky as fuck. What am I doing? “What am I doing?” “You’re gonna have a good night, come on lets get a drink”
We stand at the bar, my friend is a confident cocky twat who can talk for hours to anyone. He’s off chatting to people as the place fills up. I stand glued to the bar. Theres a dance floor, no one dances, people are chatting, packs of men are following couples around as they break away to find peace. I grip my bottle of J2O and wish to not exist.
45 minutes pass and I have another drink and a chat with a nice couple who put me at ease, the dance floor has filled up, my mate is next to me again, I’m relaxing but can’t imagine actually getting… hang on, I notice a woman dancing. She’s short, curvy, she’s got a grey streak in her hair, well what I can see of her hair, she’s gorgeous. Just one look from her sends it coursing through my veins, oh how the feeling races.
My mate looks at me, he knows, he sees my face “It’s the reason that you came, so what you scared for? Oh don’t you always do the same, it’s what you there for”
I’ve seen my future bride, but it seems oh so absurd, for me to say the first word, so I’m waiting and waiting.
The room is a blur but for her, I don’t notice anyone, except for the other guys who’ve eyes on her, but fuck them, they don’t want to say hello like i want to say hello, she’s done dancing, she needs a drink, she’s coming this way, well, the heartbeat’s at its peak and she’s coming up to speak. And oh, I’m so tense, never tenser, could go all a bit Frank Spencer … “Are you going to say hello or just stare at me all night?” |
