13

Nerthus

“Jax! Jax!” Jenna jumps up and down, getting the bouncer’s attention. He smiles as he opens his arms to hug her, and I ask myself how he could even recognize her with his sunglasses on.

We walk into the club and I’m still hugging myself as my skin slowly gets warmed up by the crowded space we step into. Jenna takes my hand and I follow her to the bar where we take a round of shots. After we feel inebriated enough, we hit the dance floor. If it was for me, I would only go to woman-only clubs, but as Jenna sometimes loves the attention she gets from men and also uses this as her marketing scheme, I tag along and find myself disgustingly getting out of random men wrapping their arms around me, fighting off unwanted compliments or even worse. As another man starts rubbing himself on to me while shouting in my ear how hot I am, I wind myself out of his grasp and step closer to Jenna, telling him that I’m not interested. He insults me but still turns away with a scowl.

Charming.