Bye Felicia.
“I’m going to go sit down for a bit.” Lizzy smiled. I gave her a kiss on the cheek to let her know I was ok. Our signal we’d been giving each other since we were in college. Her sitting down was her giving me space, but saying she didn’t trust the guy. The kiss on the cheek was me acknowledging it and agreeing.
“That’s hot. You can stay if you want.” The man said and Lizzy just rolled her eyes and walked away. “What’s your name?” The man asked, putting his hands on my lower back, bringing me closer to him. The smell of alcohol on his breath was pungent, and he had that loopy look in his eyes.
Inspired by Callum, I went with the obvious. “Felicia. You?” No way in h-e- double hockey sticks I was giving him my real name. He definitely seemed like a stage five creeper.
“Jordan. You want to get out of here?”
“Moving a little quick there, Jordan.” I said, patting him on his chest.
“Not at all. You just look like a lady who knows what she wants.” He said, gripping me tighter.
“I do know what I want.”
“And I can give it to you.” He put his leg between mine.
I pushed away from him. “I don’t think you can, Jordan.”
“Don’t be a bitch.”
“Jordan.” I scolded. “That is not how you talk to a lady, and definitely not how you get her to go anywhere with you.”
He huffed. “You didn’t seem like much of a lady earlier, before I came over.”
“Good bye Jordan.” I saw Lizzy watching me like a hawk from her seat, so I quickly signed restroom. We had learned to use sign language in college and it came in handy when we were at clubs or at any loud event. She nodded, and I walked off the dance floor, following the bright neon lights to the back corner of the club.
I went in and was shocked by the caliber of the stalls. Like most other things in the club, there was a lot of black, but it was more sophisticated, less goth. The ceiling was also painted black, with black beams running the length of the room. Along the wall were white pedestal sinks in front of oval mirrors in gold frames. It was like walking into a five-star hotel. Granted, this was their first night, so I’d have to check back in six months, or hell, even a month, but something told me it would probably be the same. They seemed to have a fine attention to detail.
A few minutes later, I was walking out of the bathroom and my good friend Jordan was waiting in the dimly lit hall.
“Jordan.” I huffed.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things.”
“Can you be more specific? There were several things.”
He rolled his eyes. “The bitch part.”
“And…” I prompted.
He looked at me, dumbfounded.
“And for assuming that I was an easy piece of ass because I was having fun and dancing with my friend?”
He nodded. “Yes, that too.”
“Thank you.” I started walking by him, but he grabbed my arm.
“Let go!” I tried to jerk my arm away.
“I thought we made up. Aren’t we supposed to kiss?” He pulled me in closer to him.
“No.” I said, pushing him away.
“Come on. Why are you playing so hard to get?”
“I’m not.” I tried pulling my arm out of his grasp again, but his fingers only tightened.
