Epic Fail

Getting inside 'The Blazing Lights' took forever. The line to get inside usually doubles in size. during peak hours. It takes hours to even get halfway through. I think we got in within an hour, though. Every minute that went by, my dissipated anger begins bubbling again.    

Let me tell you something. When you’re standing in line to get inside the biggest club in the world, you will have people shoving and cutting in. The amount of people who I’d punch in this line is immeasurable.

I am starting to get pissed off again. Calvin and his friend are both waiting for us. And all my weeks of planning are going to waste. He'll leave and return to the States without seeing Christine, and I will never be trusted by him. I look down at my phone and text Calvin, letting him know that we are in the line. He then replies with an irritated text about how he’ll leave soon.

A scowl begins forming on my face. If Christine isn't always so late, she'd me and Johnathan up and see the surprise. None of this will be happening if Christine did the bare minimum. I sound like a whiny bitch, but so much is going into this one night. Johnathan had to change his schedule for this and it's not fair.  

That isn't the point, though. This day is to give Christine the surprise that she deserves.  

By the time we entered the club, we were already sober, somber, and ready to leave. Liquid courage needs to get into our system and fast. Christine, Johnathan, and I find an empty booth somehow and I go up to the bar and order our drinks. 

"Rough night?" The bartender jokes. I place my best fake smile on and laugh. 

"Yeah, but what can you do?" My crappy joke incites a fake laugh from the bartender and I return to the booth. 

"Okay, so what's going on?" I ask John and Christine. I haven't seen them in a while so it will be good to catch up with them. I already told them about my awkward encounter with Jake and I need to loosen up a bit.

"You will not believe the week that I've had. 

Apparently, there is a new psychiatrist that’s transferring into the hospital. He's one of the best in Japan and he requested to transfer here.

He seems to be a nice person from what I've heard. I hope that he wouldn’t be uncomfortable being around a workmate who is attracted to men," He takes a sip of his mojito before continuing.

"Two patients started dating. Somehow, they were able to hide the relationship for about three years." John casually drops the bomb. I take a small double-take as I process the words. Shock fills me as John mentions the couple like it's nothing. Isn't that a breach of rules in the hospital or something? I don't know. 

"I found out while entering the main common room. You know, all the patients go there to do things in order to pass the time. But when I got there, I saw both of them on the couch, cuddling and kissing. The weirdest part was that they were both the most feared male and female by the staff. It’s nice to know that despite society deems them to be unfixable, they are still able to find their happiness," John finishes the story by finishing his drink. Christine's eyes were wandering. Her mind seemed to be out into the clouds. 

After a while, I bring up stories about the cute little kids in my ballet class. I notice that John is a bit uncomfortable. 

"Johnny, are you okay?" Johnny glares in my direction and shakes his head. What's with the fucking glare Johnathan? I look behind me and, sure enough, nothing is there. 

"No, I need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be back. And if I’m not, then I’ll text you," Johnny then gets up and walks away. Okay? He doesn't need to do all of that. I then turn my attention to Christine.  

"Okay Christine, what's up? You have been quiet all night," Christine sighs and goes on about her new book. She has been having writer's block for the past few months, and I feel for her. This is her job, her passion, and her livelihood. If she can't reach the deadline then she is fucked. 

I know that Christine is going through a lot. I am not a writer, so I have no idea how hard it is to write a decent book. 

"I don’t know what to do. Every time I try to write anything, the romance will sound bland and emotionless. The deadline is in two months. Should I give up and write another book? Because it makes me upset that I can’t be able to write anything I like anymore," I sigh and look around. How long does it take for a man to take a piss?

"Well, that’s why we’re here. You need to be able to let loose and live life to the fullest. That's how you have these authentic feelings. So just let go and relax. I’m going to be by your side-" The vibration of a text quickly interrupts me. I take out my phone and see that it’s Calvin. Excitement fills me as I read the text. His text says that he’s in the V.I.P. booths and he hopes to see us soon.  

"I’m sorry, Christine, but I have to get something. I’ll be right back, and if I’m not, then I’ll text you," I apologize and get up. The only way to get to the VIP section is by walking through the dance floor. Maybe I can find Calvin halfway through. As I try walking through the moving sweaty bodies my phone vibrates, and a text popped up. 

’Hey Christine and Jessica, I’ve decided to leave the club because I bumped into an old friend. Sorry guys.’

Are you kidding me? This must be the worst time to leave. Now my annoyance is returning. John going means that Christine will be by herself for a while. She's probably mad at me for leaving her alone. He knows that I need his help with Christine's surprise and he is leaving. Now I need to find Calvin otherwise, I'm fucked. 

As I look down at my phone, I see a new notification. 

'Jessica, my friend has left and I am deciding to go home. Hopefully, we can reorganize something tomorrow'

The air around me blurs out as I stare at my phone. Shock fills me, but then an epiphany comes. 

Why am I doing this again? Christine was late, Johnny left, and I'm standing in the middle of a dance floor. A dance floor with a bunch of sweaty bodies touching me. I am done. I try doing something nice, and it's always other people disappointing me. Once I let go, the alcohol properly flows through me. I'm going to have a good time. 

I deserve it.

I don’t remember how long I dance, and I don't care. It is so rewarding to let myself enjoy myself. Soon, a pair of hands grip my waist and pull me against his chest. I quickly turn around to tell the creep to get his fucking hands off me. However, his dark eyes, chiseled chin, and beautiful face have me in a trance.

I need to have him. 

"I'm sorry, I thought that you were someone that I was trying to find," The stranger man explains. I bite my lip and stare at his beautiful features. The man has a certain look on his face, and I can that that his eyes are transfixed. My extinguished libido is set ablaze up by his smoldering presence.

His smooth, rich, and deep skin keeps me feeling hot and bothered. Suddenly, he presses his lips against mine in a kiss. At that moment, I melt. I wrap my arms around his neck and bring his body closer to mine. He deepens the kiss and the wanton need to get closer to him takes over me. The handsome man breaks the kiss (much to my dismay) and leans his forehead against mine.

Wow. That was amazing. 

“Wow. That was amazing,” He whispers against my lips. I then open my eyes and we linger a little too long until I remember Christine. This makes me break apart from him with a scowl. I take out my phone, and press on Christine's contact. The man then stands behind me and wraps his arms around me. I smirk when I feel him press against me.

He’s very excited if you know what I mean.

“Whose got you so mad?” He asks with concern. I show him my phone, and he looks at the chat between Christine and me. Without any hesitation, he places his hand under mine and uses the other hand to write a message.

Once he presses send, I turn my phone off and lean my lips against my ear.

“Do you want to leave and come with me?” I ask with a seductive voice. He nods and I grab his hand and we leave the building.