Dangerously devoted

Episode 2 : A Wild Night To Forget (Or Remember)

The night air in the club was thick with music, and her skin vibrantly felt the bass vibration just as they stepped inside. The lights blinking erratically, neon lights above them, casting fleeting shadows while bodies moved and swayed in rhythm to the beat. Mixture of alcohol, sweat, and of course expensive perfumes filled the air, lingering sharp and heavy. It felt like another world, definitely a whole different world from the one she has been accustomed to outside of the club, but tonight, nothing will stop her as she is ready to dive in headfirst.

Rebecca took her hands as they both walked past the multitude of human bodies on the dance floor as they successfully made it to the bar, giggling and laughing like sixteen year olds who snuck out without permission from home. She beat a drum on the wooden locker, a call signal of that sort, grabbing the attention of the young, masculine bartender. The ladies exchanges glances, talking to each other with just their eyes, as the guy approached.

With a big grin on his face, he reached out to grab one of the bottles behind him, with two glass shots, pouring into each glass, he stared at Mariam with curious, but happy eyes, “well well, look what the cat finally dragged out.” He flashed her, heartwarming genuine smile, and turned his attention to Rebecca, “Girl, I was starting to wonder if I had to come all the way to your apartment and drag you over here, by your hair.”

Rebecca smiled warmly, leaning over to the bar counter as they both exchange kisses on the cheek. “I am very happy to see you tonight as well, James. And like you already guessed, this my home girl I told you about.” Turning to Mariam, “this is James. My all time invite and VIP access. He is such a sweet guy beneath all these muscles,” Rebecca made a gesture with her hands at James incredible muscles, as she did the introduction. “And I know, I know, you both are glad and excited to meet each other. That Is all said on your behalves by me.”

“Tell me boy,” Rebecca continued, passing one shot glass over to Mariam, and fondling with the second glass, as she asks with sarcasm written all over her face but with her voice sounding so inquisitive, “he is here? Tonight?”

“he will, in a bit…” his words were cut short as he stared at mariam, who gulps down the contents of the glass in a go, and softly bangs the glass on the counter. “aahhh..”She softly gasps. He turned back to her, “Becks, are you sure this is the same girl you’ve been talking to me about?” she laughed, “It has really been a tough couple of months. Cut the girl some slack tonight. One more.” She empties her own glass, and James refilled them both, staring at the two ladies in awe, they both gulped the contents, at the same time, banging the glasses down softly, rhythmically. “You remind me every time why I’m always so scared of you girl, show it to the big guy over there and you are cleared for the night. Have fun girls.” He concluded, sliding a silver ware, heart shaped medium sized coin towards the girls.

Beks grabbed it, and tossed it in her mini Kelly bag, “thanks love, and don’t forget to keep the shots rolling.” She threw him, a wink and walked out of the bar with Mariam, holding hands.

“I’m surprised to see that bag holding something else aside your patience.” Mariam said, sounding almost impressed and sarcastic. While the ladies was getting dressed up earlier, she sounded really concerned when her girl picked up the emerald mimi Kelly bag, just because it matched her shoes, and when she expressed her concern as to what the bag was made to hold due to its extremely small size, Rebecca mouthed the words, “my patience of course. Just the perfect bag to hold nothing but my patience.” And hearing Mariam say the words, made her feel warm because although she knew she could hear her loud and clear enough, she never thought she was listening.

She let go off her hand, and pulled her to a stop in a slightly free corner not occupied with dancing bodies or making out bodies, pulled her into a warm, sweet hug, “you have zero idea on how much I do love you maria. Things will soften up and get better, and as long as both have each other like we always do, if we can’t make lemonades out of the lemons life consistently throw us, we will squeeze them into men’s eyes.”

Mariam was feeling tensed up inside, deliberating if this was a nice decision to be out tonight after all, but after the random hug, and words of reassurance from her bestie, she was ready to go wild, the adrenaline of excitement rushing through her again. She smiled. Even though she has a couple of baggage to decide what to do with after tonight, right in that moment, she wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, with anyone else. She felt safe with Rebecca.

The ladies halted abruptly, as the big guy standing at the entrance of their destination, adjusting to more obviously block their path into the part VIP section, the room lit with dim red lights, and bodies moving across poles, dancing and rubbing their bodies against the pole, some sort of excitement stirred up in Mariam, as she got a glance of the settings, peeking. While Rebecca was busy chatting away with the big guy, while showing him their pass, Mariams eyes kept wandering inside the other room, exploring. As dimly lit as the room is, she could make out a pair of eyes staring at her, or them, she has no idea. She kept turning her head away and back, to still notice the eyes on her. Just before she can have the leisure of being aroused, which seemed very disturbing to her, the big guy moved out of their way, letting them be in full vision of the room.

“Thank you for nothing big guy.” Rebecca snapped and walked in, with Mariams arms still locked in hers. Immediately, she identified the spot James reserved for them, by the confused pointing the big guy made all in the name of giving directions, they made their way over, now getting comfortable, her eyes wandered a bit, and she gasps. “Oh…”