Night club

I used to hang out with girls a lot when Chelsea was away, but I never found any of them disgusting, not until today that Chelsea broke my heart.

"Yes," I muttered, averting my gaze from her.

To my surprise. She stood up and sat on my lap, moving her face closer to mine as if she was trying to kiss me. I looked away immediately. I don’t like girls forcing themselves on guys.

"Richard, what is wrong with you? You have really changed a lot you are refusing to be a ladies' man tonight." Mace muttered.

"Here, take this I hope it makes you feel better," He offered me a beer. Maybe he knows what I need. I took the beer from him. I pushed the girl to sit on the chair beside me with her hands, never leaving my body, and started drinking, ignoring her.

         Daisy POV

You don’t even realize you are packed into the club like sardines. The DJ moves you in ways no one has ever done before. Mixing the loud music on the turn tables to the beat you desire to hear, the DJ watches the half-naked bodies of young men and women dancing around as if something has possessed their bodies. Men are wearing an undershirt, or no shirt at all, and pants. They eye the women who strut around in tank tops and tight dance pants or skirts, and who were smiling, and letting all their worries go away. The line at the bar is extremely frantic, with people getting water or their favorite alcoholic beverage. This is so important because perspiration is a major factor, and nobody wants to pass out from dehydration. As the big warehouse size fans blow as hard as they can, to cool down the sweaty bodies, you smell the musk of the guys and the sweet smell of perfume. I just don’t like night clubs, I can’t believe I agree to come because of Chris.

I was trying to enter the club when a bouncer stopped me at the entrance and looked at me from top to bottom. Oh gosh, I am still wearing the sports tracks.  Chris should have allowed me go home before he asked me to come here, I looked around and saw ladies walking inside with their partners half naked. Where is this madafucker that invited me to this night club? I muttered, pressing my phone as the bouncer made sure I didn’t see a space to run in.

"Hello, Chris I am outside." I muttered.

"Come in." he declared.

"Would I bother calling you if I could come in?"I inquired, with my brow slightly raised.

"Don’t worry, I will come out to get you." He said and hung up.

Which guy invites his girlfriend to a night club?  Chris is becoming unbearable. I was about to put my phone in my bag when it started buzzing. I looked at the caller. It was my mum. I have nothing to say to her.  I held the power button and switched off the phone.