“Yea. He said there are four of them, but only one really talked to him. The others were… not standoffish… but I don’t know.”
“Maybe they were under a tight deadline to get the club opened and they each had their own roles.” I defended, garnering an odd look from her.
“Anyway…” she laughed, turning us back around to the group. “We have this entire area.” She waved her arm around to several seats and tables. “We are VIPs tonight, baby.”
“Wooo!” I yelled, feeling the spirits of St. Valentine- rather St. Rum and St. Vodka- flowing through me.
“Want to go dance?” Lizzy asked our little group of four.
Both of the boys politely declined with the look of panic on their faces. “Let’s go.” I said, grabbing Lizzy’s hand and dragging her to the packed dance floor. It had been a while since she and I went to a club and danced the night away. On the way there, I snatched us another shot off the passing tray and knocked it back.
“You should probably slow down.” Lizzy warned softly.
“You’ve had at least as many as I have.”
“Yes, but we all know I handle my liquor way better than you. I don’t need you ending up in one of those swings tonight.”
I squeezed both of her hands and twirled in a circle. “Do you think they’d let me?”
“No, and don’t even think about it.” She sounded like a parent talking to a child.
“You couldn’t have Tony talk to them?”
“You’re serious?” She stopped dancing for a second and then laughed. “You’re one crazy bitch and I love it.”
“Thanks.”
“Anytime hooker.”
“I won’t snort coke off anyone’s penis. I draw the line there.” I shimmied by hips down and then popped back up. “I guess technically that would be passed the line, so the line would be somewhere behind that. Or before that? And not the line of coke, obviously, because I’m not doing that.”
“What in the fuck are you talking about?” She asked, thoroughly confused.
“Betty.”
“Who’s Betty?”
“She was my driver here. She’s found Jesus now, but apparently she was not hookering for a friend and ended up doing blow of her BFF’s boyfriend’s dick.” I laughed out loud as a thought hit me. “Do you think if she gave him head while there was coke on it, she could say she was blowing blow?”
Lizzy looked at me with a concerned smile on her face. “Let’s go to the bar and get you some water.”
“I’m fine.” I was not fine. The room was spinning just a little, but I didn’t need her babying me. I will admit I probably had too many shots too quick together, but I wanted to have fun tonight. I may not have wanted to be here at first, but once I committed, I was all the way in. Which is why Rich hurt me so much. I was fucking committed. Planning out our future and babies and everything else. “Asshole.”
“What?” Lizzy asked, pulling me across the club.
“Sorry. Inside thought slipped out.” I leaned in and whispered. “Hey if my boob slipped out, would you tell me?”
“Yes. Yes, I would tell you.” Lizzy pushed her way through the crowd to an open spot at the bar and flagged down a bartender. He was attractive with dark hair, dark eyes and a short trimmed beard that was perfectly etched along his jawbone, wearing black pants and a nipple piercing. That was it.
“Can I get a glass of water and a menu?”
“We don’t have food here.”
“Nothing?”
The man’s lips flattened.
“Shit.”
