At the Club

Ugh, there are too many fucking people here. Why did I decide to come here again? Eric and Oliver pull of their coats and throw them on the ground in a pile with the others a little ways away from the door. Idiots. I point my head to the right to let Riley know I’m slipping into the back room to leave my coat: no one goes in here so people are less likely to take my coat.

I open the door to the room and let the flashing ridiculously-bright lights guide my vision so I can put my coat down. It looks like someone is making this room into a janitor’s closet or something because all I see is piles of paper towels and chairs. I lay my coat over a stack of chairs kind of in the dark and turn around to leave.

“I was wondering what you were doing.” Riley exclaims in the doorway.

“Yeah, I would just rather leave my coat where someone is less likely to get it or throw up on it.” I guess it’s okay if only one person knows about my hiding place. Riley smiles in agreement and nimbly unbuttons her coat. She walks past me and starts to slide her arm out of it. I move behind her and pull at the collar to get it off her shoulders. Without her coat, I can see she is wearing a fitting salmon colored dress. The skirt part is more flow-y and echoes her movements highlighting her smooth still legs.

“Thanks,” she remarks, and places her jacket beneath mine to hide it.

She smirks when she turns around and I smirk back because I know I would do the same thing. Without thinking, I indulge my urge to kiss her. Pressing her up against the wall with my body, I place my left hand on her face and feel her tongue slip past my lips in response to the bombardment of mine past hers. She tastes as sweet as I remembered. After a few moments, the resistance finally comes; she grasps my shirt beneath her hand on my chest and pushes me away.

“You broke up with me. I’m with someone else now.” Her look of pity saddens and angers me, but I know she’s right.

“I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. It won’t happen again.” The words fall out of my mouth.

“Yeah, it won’t,” are the words she leaves me with as she glides back to the crowd and the others. I’m such an idiot. The one moment I let an urge overcome me and I could ruin one of the best friendships I could have. Unsure of what to do now, I head to the bar to get a drink. I wonder if Emilio is working tonight.