Page 7 of The Blue Rose
She slides her hands around my waist, and resting her head on my shoulder, “See I told you, this is the one” she kisses my cheek, leaving a pink lip print, and saunters away.
I stare breathless at my own reflection. My inky hair is braided to one side, draping over my shoulder and caressing my skin through a cutout in the dress. My dark blue eyes shine brightly, highlighted by my smoky eye, making them look more vibrant. Like the waves Poseidon rides. Applying a bright red lipstick to my plump lips, matching the red dress perfectly. I stare at my reflection admiring the curves in the dress, grateful for my new workout routine and meal plan. I started that a couple months ago. I’d bought this dress in hopes of one day being able to wear it, I guess today is that day thanks to Jess.
I turn, grab my black pumps just as Jess is putting on her red ones. We both look in the mirror one last time, and head out for a night destined to make the devil say, ‘Fuck’.
The bass is pumpingin the club with the song “Baby Don’t Hurt Me” blasting through the sound system, the DJ adding some remix beats to it. Jess and I are drunk on the dance floor, dancing the night away, and releasing all our problems with each drink and sway of our hips. She is grinding her butt against my stomach, and I hold her hips, swaying them back and forth. We lose ourselves in the music, and as the song ends, we're both dragged down from our high, and I notice two overly eager drunk guys walking towards us.
One of them is much better looking than the other, his brown hair pulled back in the way I like. Wearing a loose fitted blue shirt and dark jeans. Holding a drink in each hand, clear intent in his eyes. He looks to be around six feet with a lean build, muscular arms, walking with his head held high and a cocky swagger, as if he owned the place.
His friend next to him is a little shorter, but still taller than us, wearing a green shirt with black skinny jeans. He’s lean, but his arms are smaller, you can tell he skips arms day at the gym. He has black hair, bleached tips. He also carries himself in an overly arrogant way, that’s immediately off putting.
They walk over to us, the taller one going straight to me. He lifts his drink, with a wink and says with a slur, “You look like you could use a drink after all that dancing you were doing.”
Jessica looks at me with a silent look of ‘I’ll get rid of them’. She leans forward, her cleavage spilling out of the top of her dress, in a flattering way, receiving looks from both men. I watch the Adam's apple bob on the throat of the shorter one.
“How would you know if we were thirsty and needed a drink after dancing?” Jessica looks them up and down, “Unless you two pervs, were watching us all night like some type of stalkers?”
The hotter of the two sweeps his eyes over her body, slowly stopping to look into her eyes. “What if that was exactly what we were doing, and just waiting for the right moment to strike? '' He says with a venomous smile.
Jessica rolls her eyes, and with the sweetest voice says, “Well then I’d say you wasted your night; thanks, but no thanks. We don’t take drinks from strangers.”
Just as she goes to walk away the guy steps in front of her and says, “My name is Garth, and this is Tim, now we’re not strangers.”
Jessica grabs my hand and pushes Garth out of the way. I feel a tug on my arm, looking back to see the one named Tim grabbed me to stop me from leaving. He gulps again, regaining some of his arrogant swagger, finally speaking up, “Are you sure you’re not interested? You could have the best night of your life with the both of us.” He turns his head towards Garth, and gives a serpentine smile.
Jessica steps in front of me, pushing me behind her, and placing her hands outwards, in a protective gesture. She glares at Tim, and says with the most menacing voice, “Touch her again, and I promise I will rip off your dick, and shove it so far up your friend's ass, you'll wish you never spoke to us. Don’t make me repeat myself again, we are not interested, so kindly fuck off.”
Stifling a laugh, the two men stand there pissed and stunned. Jessica takes my hand, “I think it’s time for some new scenery.”
Nodding my head in agreement, we take off running out of the club into the night. We’re instantly hit with a cool breeze, and I rub my arms to elicit some heat in my goosebump covered arms. We stop running a few blocks away, breathless, and start laughing hysterically.
“Oh my god, Jess! I can't believe you just said that.”
She places her hands on her knees to catch her breath, giggling, “It’s girls night, and I didn't want those losers ruining it.”
“Well I'm glad you did. I wasn't interested in either of them, and you probably saved us from being roofied.”
“You’re probably right.” She sits on the curb of the sidewalk, pulling me down next to her, and laying her head on my shoulder. “So do you feel better now?” She nuzzles into my neck.
I smile and pat her head, “Yes I do, thank you for tonight.” I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, and another email apology from my sperm donor I call father flashing across the screen.
If he thinks a couple emails are going to fix what he said, he is sorely wrong.How could he just drive away?I know I’m not the daughter of the year, and we’ve been estranged since mom passed, but I never expected it to go that way. I’m hurt from his words, his absence in my life, the disappointment in his eyes from my life choices. I start to rub my cheek, and my eyes start to water.
I feel Jess’s shoulder nudge mine, I look over and see the concern laced in her eyes. She starts to rub my back, trying to comfort me. “This night is for you, not Thomas.” She pushes my phone down, “Ignore him, Let's go back to your house and we can get in our pajamas, watch horror movies, and eat to our hearts content. What do you say?” A small smile starts to spread across her face.
Turning my phone on silent, I tuck it into my bra and sigh. “Okay, you had me at horror movies and snacks, that sounds like a perfect way to end tonight”
She gleefully stands up, pulling me up with her, and linking our arms together, before pulling out her phone to order an Uber. I place my hand across her screen, stopping her. Jess looks at me, her brow furrowed.
“Actually, can we go get one more drink at a bar down the street? I've been wanting to check it out, and there is no way in hell I want to go home yet, since we look like this. I don't want to miss my chance to seduce Lucifer himself,” I say with a wink. “Just a small nightcap, then we can go back to my house.”
She puts her phone down and smiles. “Of course babe, this night is for you, show me the way and I will follow.”
After a ten minute walk, we arrive at the bar. The ‘Boozy Books’ Neon sign, lighting up the night sky. “This is the place.” I grab Jessica's arm, an excited smile spreads across my face and we walk in.
FOUR
SERENA
