Return to the King

Chapter 3

Amelia's POV

It was Friday. Friday! Was I extremely nervous? Yes, because this is completely out of my element. Going to a party. A club at that. Now, do not get me wrong at this point, because I have attended meetings with dress-up themes or I have been to elegant parties, but again, the key word in this one is elegant. So, to go to a club, be around a bunch of people who are sweating, under the influence, drinking, probably smoking.... I mean why do people do this and how the hell do they go have fun? I do not really understand it but Trace said that I would have a good time and it would be about time for me to get out of the house and do something besides volunteering and helping a cause or someone in need of help. So, in the end, she said this would be healthy for me. I honestly do not understand how this would be healthy for me, but I would let her do it because she wanted to get out of the house and she needs this for her too, since her teenage daughter once again abandoned her for her friends. Aah.... Teenagers....

"Hey girl, are you getting ready for tonight?"I heard her scream from the other room. I didn't answer at first because I was gazing out the window, distracted by the traffic that was happening. I don't know why it was interesting to me to stare out the window and watch this. I could hear Trace's footsteps approaching me but still distracted by the traffic. Cars were honking, people were yelling. I think us humans are just addicted to conflict, so we peacefully watch it for entertainment.

Trace's footsteps stopped at the door and I could instantly feel the glare she was giving me. I know for a fact, because this is her pattern when she calls for someone and they don't answer, she always goes to their room, stands there with the expression, "Didn't you hear me calling you" or "didn't you hear me talking to you?" with her hands on her hips. I finally turned when the conflict was over and gave her the most innocent expression I could give her. She still stared at me with the expression, "Seriously?" I laughed a bit and moved over to the closet and pulled out the dress that we bought from the store. I didn't have any shoes with me so I told her and she gasped. I bet she forgot that she was going to lend me some shoes. She rushed out and I assumed she was going to go find some shoes for me to wear. I headed to the bathroom to turn on the shower and heard Trace's footsteps coming towards me again. I looked up and she was smiling wide with her teeth showing while holding up silver toe shoes. They were pretty, to be honest, but I would not admit that to her. I sat on the toilet and tried them on and they fit like a glove. I'm guessing me and Trace had the same size foot in a way. I stood up and did my test run in the heels. They were a bit uncomfortable at first and a bit higher than the heels I had for the kingdom, but once I started walking around, I was good to go.

It was about 9:00pm when I came out of the shower. I didn't understand why people come outside after hours of trying to fall asleep to have a good time. I mean, couldn't you do this in the daytime? Then again... I don't think you can freely drink in public during the day, but you could do it at night as long as you are not causing a fuss.... I didn't understand the rules. I just follow them at this point. I lotioned up my body and decided to air dry, that way I don't feel sticky because I started to sweat off my lotion by getting ready. Trace was listening to her music, singing her heart out to the lyrics as she always does when she is going out. I thought it was kinda cool to do that at some point. Like throwing a concert in your room but no one paying to watch you.

I finally went and got into my dress and the shoes Trace is letting me borrow. I went to the full body mirror and puckered up my lips. Then I stopped because I looked like a damn duck. I laughed at myself but damn sure was feeling myself in this outfit. Trace came up behind me in hers and just as I liked, she was looking great as hell. We stood in front of the mirror taking a bunch of selfies before we headed out for the night.

She must have called a car because when we came down, a silver car was sitting downstairs waiting. The driver asked for her name and told her to climb in. Works for me. I didn't have to walk in these shoes for a bit longer. We kept laughing and joking in the car. Trace was hyping me up and was telling me all sorts of things she does when she goes out to events like that.

"I am going to drink to my heart's content, girl, and go even further."

"Aren't you going to be out of commission for work, Trace?"

"Way ahead of you. I had already called my boss and told them I was going to be out sick tomorrow. Since it is rare that I ever call out, they let me go."

"Are you really going to be sick or is that just an excuse?"

"Never been hung over, have you?"

I shook my head then titled it to the right with a confused expression on my face.

"Oh dear.... you are going to learn the hard way now."

I blinked and then felt a knot in my stomach. Maybe this was a bad idea after all.

"No, no, no! I know that look on your face. Don't worry. We are going to have the greatest time before you leave. However, though, eat before you drink. And make sure you stay a bit cool because you are going to feel hot at some point."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No, it just means that the drink is working in your system."

"Well, then let's get some food when we sit down and then worry about the drinks I guess."

"I mean, you can drink and eat at the same time. Just make sure you eat. It is better and you won't throw up."

I nodded my head and noticed the car came to a stop.

"Here is your destination. Hope you lovely ladies enjoy your night." The driver said as he turned back towards us. We waved him goodbye as we existed the car and came to a building. You could just hear the loudest music coming from inside. I looked up at the sign that said, "Club Get Away." I looked over at Trace, who was waving me over. She was already standing in a line that looked not tooo bad but it was getting longer by the second. I looked at the muscular male in front of the door. Wearing a tight black shirt that basically complimented the fact that he was built like a damn boulder. He wasn't bad looking either. I got on the line with Trace and she was just jumping up and down like a kid about to go into a candy store. She was so excited, you could just tell by the look on her face.

The line moved nicely until we got up to the door. Once we went to step inside, the guy pushed us away.

"Sorry, can't allow you to enter."

"And why not?" Trace asked while putting her hands on her hips. I took a step back because I was confused on the situation and thought Trace should handle it.

"Sorry, we are just not letting you in." The guy turned to the two girls behind us and waved for them to come in. Trace's face went from upset to shocked and back to upset, but this face with more rage in it now.

"But you let those two in?!"

"Look, you guys are pretty and nicely dressed," he said as he smirked and looked over at me, "But you just don't fit here in this club. Try another one up the block or something. Now you can step out of the line and get a move on. I need to let the other fine ladies in the door.

Trace's face went into rage mode and before she could do anything, I grabbed her arm and stepped out of the line.

"Who the hell does he think he is?! The nerve to basically try and politely say that we are not a good fit for the club!"

"So... what exactly is he saying? That we can't get in because of who we are dressed or how we look?"

"Basically! The nerve!" Trace stormed off and I looked at the guy who was guarding the door. I shook my head and then turned my attention to Trace. She was really upset because she was using her shoes to kick a wall. Her shoes would be ruined the more she did that, so I headed over to the guy at the door.

"Oh, looks like the pretty one came back. You, I would let in... any day. Especially... bring you home with me tonight and show you something you haven't seen before."

"Tempting.... " My face went into resting b***h mode instantly as I listened to his disgusting sentence.I lifted my hand up and showed the bracelet that was on my arm. The guy's face went shocked and he cleared his throat and fixed his poster.

"Q-Queen-"

"Shut it.... I don't need anyone knowing I am here. Let me and that girl in... or I will get...him... here. And I highly doubt your boss wants us in his face with the king of this land... here."

"My upmost apologies. Please have a drink on my behalf tonight."

"It won't be necessary. Just let us in."

"With pleasure!"

I turned over to Trace and got her attention with a wave of the hand. She came over to me and I gently pushed her into the club. She turned and looked at me with a shocked expression and I angrily looked at the guy in front of the door and I walked in behind her.

"What did you do?! I thought we couldn't get in!" She screamed, trying to be louder than the music, which was highly impossible.

"I just politely asked him to let us in for a good time! Told him we were of age and that we would complain if not!"

"You are the girl! Let's go have fun!"