Outside the Club

“I didn’t know you guys liked going to the club,” Eric said, sliding into line behind you and Gemma. “Here is usually pretty good. We just came from Nobody. Nobody was there, so we came here.”

You really couldn’t be sure if Eric did it on purpose or not.

“This is a spontaneous stop,” you told him. “Gemma felt like dancing, so here we are.”

“Nice,” he said, and blatantly looked Gemma over again. “How come you don’t wear this to the office?”

“Because it’s not business appropriate,” Gemma frowned at him. The conversation was interrupted momentarily as a group was let into the club and you all shifted forward.

“Eric, that’s like me asking why you don’t wear what you are into the office,” you said. He was in a ridiculous colourful dress shirt with an extra high collar and a gold chain showing through the open buttons.

“Hey man, I’m out on the town, this is Peacocking clothes,” he said. “I don’t need to peacock at work.”

You rubbed the bridge of your nose. “Do I even want to know what you mean?”

“Dude, I’ve got a couple of podcasts you should definitely listen to. And a youtube guy who talks all about picking up chicks,” Eric said. “Most 304’s only care about one thing, so if you’re out looking for a good time you gotta peacock and make sure you’re flashing around your money to show off status.”

“Eric, what the fuck is a ‘304’?” Gemma asked.

“Oh, it means a hoe,” he said. “Like if you were to spell it on a calculator upside down, like 5318008 upside down spells boobies.”

You just blinked rapidly, trying to process everything that was spewing out of his mouth.

“So you are… peacocking,” Gemma said. “To pick up hoes, based on the recommendations of podcasts and a youtube channel?”

“Fuck yeah,” Eric said. “Did you know only ten percent of men and fucking eighty percent of women? Why do you think I spend so much time on the dating apps? It’s all a numbers game.”

“Eric, you do realize that you get what you pay for, right?” you asked. “If you look like a fuckboy, and act like a fuckboy…”

“Hey, I don’t care if people think I’m a fuckboy,” Eric said. “Cause you’ll know what I’ll be doing?”

“Fucking?” Gemma filled in.

“Exactly,” he said. “Speaking of which, Gemma-”

“If you say anything rude to me right now, Eric, I will legitimately file a complaint at work on Monday,” Gemma said.

Eric snapped his mouth shut and screwed up his face. “Well, how come you’re here with John then?”

“Because he’s my boyfriend,” Gemma said. “And he wasn’t fucking rude about asking, and didn’t try to peacock, or neg me, or whatever other dumb shit they tell you to do.”

“Whatever,” Eric scoffed and turned to you. “Dude, you gotta be careful you don’t go full beta and let her run all over you. Seriously, take the red pill.”

You sighed and shook your head, putting your hand on Eric’s shoulder. “Eric, I have no fucking clue what you just said to me, but I’m going to choose to assume it wasn’t insulting to me or Gemma. I’m choosing that, because I don’t want to have to wake up and choose **** sometime this week, alright?”

“Whatever, dude,” Eric said. “Your loss, my gain once we’re in there. You’ll see.”

“I don’t need any gain,” you said. Then you pulled Gemma closer and kissed her right in front of his face. “I’ve got everything I need.”

You saw a smirk on Gemma’s face, and a look in her eye, and knew she was thinking of Sabrina and how she fit into ‘everything I need.’

Eric turned back to his friends, and you and Gemma moved up a few spaces when more people were let into the club. You were at the front of the line and just waiting for the big bouncer to let you inside when a sleek black car pulled up to the entrance and let out a guy with a bunch of tattoos, dressed sort of like Eric was but in clothes that looked to be at least three times more expensive.

He had sunglasses on despite it being night out, and he turned and helped first one, then two ladies out of the car behind him. Both of the women were the kind of slim-waist, big booty girls that you would picture as being featured in a rap video.

“Holy shit, that’s DeezChains,” Eric said behind you.

“Who?” you asked.

The guy went straight from the car to the bouncer, who nodded to him and let him in. DeezChains hesitated for a moment, sending the two women with him inside, and he leaned in and whispered something to the bouncer and slipped him something before going inside himself.

The car peeled away, and you had to assume this guy had his own driver or something.

“Miss,” the bouncer said, stepping forward and moving the rope that was blocking the line. “Mr Chains says you can go on in and find him in the VIP section.” He looked pointedly at you. “Alone.”

“What the fuck is with people tonight,” you sighed.

“I’m good,” Gemma said, still holding your hand and giving the bouncer a look.

He just shrugged and closed the rope again.

“Ho-ly shit. DeezChains just tried to pick you up, Gemma. Do you realize how high value he is?” Eric gushed.

“If that’s what that dude thinks of as ‘picking up,’ I’m not interested whatsoever,” Gemma said. “Plus, Eric, I’m with John.”

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