Chapter 2: A drink out

Nala's P.O.V

I sat within the dining room having my dinner. Baked chicken, white rice, and pasta along with a glassful of orange juice.

"Remember you have an invitation to attend," Dr. Annie reminded me.

I nodded and completed the meal she had prepared. I detested I was going to the bar that I wished the day would be ended. I wanted to be over the thought of going to the bar now. I placed my dirty plate in the sink and went upstairs to select something to wear. I found a long green dress and changed into it. I went into the mirror to check myself. My long dark brown curly hair was okay in its bun. I wasn't going anywhere special, anyways. The day I lost my mom I lost interest in carrying myself well. What I wear and how I looked didn't matter to me anymore.

"Blair is here!" I heard Dr. Annie shout downstairs.

My face frowns and I dragged my body lazily from the room heading downstairs.

Dr. Annie and Blair's eyes froze on me as they saw me approach them.

"I'm ready," I told Blair with a straight face.

"Where, to crawl into a hole and die?" Dr. Annie inquired me stunned.

Blair laughed. My eyes went to her immediately. She hid her smile right away. My head turned to Dr. Annie and there I saw her staring at me from head to toe with a disapproved look on her face. I then realized she didn't like my dress.

"I love this dress," I said to her.

Her eyes went to me right away.

"It's ugly and too long to go to a bar," Dr. Annie said to me.

Blair again laughed at me.

"Well, I like it," I argued with her.

"If you ever decide to get lay at the bar, you will never be," Dr. Annie again complained to me.

Blair burst out into loud laughter.

"Let's go," Blair. I said angrily as I walk away from Dr. Annie and pulled her by the hand.

"Run Blair, don't leave with the mad lady," Dr. Annie burst out into laughter.

Blair laughed even more following me.

I just ignored Dr. Annie's and exited the house. I didn't let go of Blair's right hand until the front door was closed behind us. Dr. Annie was a nice person, but she can get on my nerves sometimes. I'm happy she was helping me to move on with my life, but I wish sometimes she could just stop pressuring me about finding a second chance mate. I wasn't interested in finding love ever since the terrible loss within my life. I just want to be a qualified doctor in helping people and to be strong that is all want in life.

"If you change your mind about that dress I can wait on you," Blaire told me.

I turn to face her.

"No, it's okay," I told her.

"Are you sure after Dr. Annie makes fun of you?" she again asked me.

I nodded while I stared at the sexy outfit, she was in. Blair wore tight jeans that showcased the curse of her voluptuous body from her small waist down to her ankle. The black jean she wore was so tight that it looks like her second skin. Her red shoulder blouse stopping above her navel was so thin, I could see her firm braless stiff round breast and her nipples pressing through her blouse. She looked great. My dress was completely trashed to her if we were ever to compete in a dressing contest not that I care anyways.

Blair walked next to me leading the way. Her stylish black slippers rhythmically tapped along the way and my white sneakers move silently.

"My cousin Octavia is waiting for us at the bar," Blair informed me along the way. "She's saving two seats for us at the front of the bar."

I nodded and my stomach churns discovering where we will be seated. I wasn't interested in sitting where every eye could be on us. The back seat was where I wouldn't mind sitting. My heart started to race heavily within my chest seeing we were approaching the bar. A not so large oldish type of dark brown-looking building before us. Through the windows, I could see a group of men drinking around a table laughing and smoking while others talking to, she-wolves who were dressed in sexy clothes. All the females were half-naked. Some seemed like they were only in a bra and underwear that they would say were short and blouse. I hated where Blair was taking me. I started to wish I had put my foot down and allowed Dr. Annie to know that I was not interested in coming here. We entered the bar, the music the she-wolves and the men were dancing to like they were about to have sex any time soon, hit my ears hard. My face was made in a disturbance. Several men were staring hard at Blair except for me, as we searched for Octavia. They only take one look at me and then their eyes were soon glued to Blair. I didn't mind. I didn't want any man staring at me like I was some appetizer. I was happy I decided to wear this outfit. The dress hides all my curves and looked like I was being swallowed by a large piece of clothing.

"There is Octavia waiting for us," Blaire points out her cousin who was at the front seat at the bar where all drinks were made, waiting for us.

Blair took me by the hand, and we started walking through the crowd.

"Hey sexy blonde thing," a few men call out to Blair while others whistle at her. Blaire smiled at them and remained to pull me over to her cousin.

Octavia is a stout and curvaceous wolf. Her dark hair was cut low and stylish, and her face was painted beautifully in makeup.

"Hi," she greets me as she stood up.

"Hi," I greeted her back with a smile.

She smiled back at me and went back to sit on her stool. I stared at her as she did. She has a firm ass and the short she was wearing made everyone knows that it was indeed true.

Blair sat in the middle and gladly I sat at the corner of the front of the bar, next to an entrance to the bathroom. I felt so uncomfortable knowing everyone's eyes were on my back. I really wish to sit at the back.

"So, what are you having ladies?" a stout man with muscle who looks within his late 40's came over the bar and inquired us.

"I'll have a beer," Octavia answered him.

"And two virgin Mary for us two ladies," Blair answered for both of us.

The man nodded and started on our drink after he has given Octavia her bottle of beer. Octavia pulls it to her mouth and started drinking it like it was water. She moved it from her lips and started to jam to the music moving on her stool in a circular movement. I could see she was not good company. She was a wild chick; a very wild one. A man came over to her and ask her to dance. She left her beer with us and went off with him. I glanced at her as she did.

"Here's your drink young ladies," the bartender finally placed over drinks before us.

I watched Blair take hers up and start sipping it. I see she was enjoying it. I slowly took up mine and took a small sip. It indeed was good but still, I hated being here.

"I'm going to the bathroom, please watch my drink," Blair informed me as she hurriedly went off.

"Okay," I answer her as she runs off to the bathroom.

My head turned to the front door of the bar hearing the door open hard. I paused seeing a short blonde hair man entering the bar. He was quite tall, muscular, and look ever strong. My eyes turned away from him not wanting to look at him anymore and there I realize it was not only me staring at him. Everyone with the bar was. They all stop what they were doing and just stood still staring at the young blond hair man who seems as if he was within his mid-twenties.