Chapitre 105: What's wrong with a sex on the beach?
“ID’s please.” The bouncer said while holding his hands out for our ID’s. I pull my dress down as we wait for him to let us in. It’s pretty chilly outside, the wrong night to were a super cute short dress. Lyra notices my fumbling around and smacks my arm telling me to stop. She can be such a Gank sometimes, let me fumble in peace.
“Go in.” He says while focusing on the people behind us. Honestly, I thought he would spot those fake IDs from a mile away, guess Randy Bellows did a good job. I’ll remember to thank him the next time I see him.
Music, Lights and sweat are the first things that hit me once we walk inside. Hundreds of people crowd the dancefloor moving smoothly to the techno music. A few strays lay against the wall, watching everyone else have the fun. I didn’t realize that I was stuck in place looking around the room, Lyra is now nowhere to be seen.
To the right I see her sitting at the bar, next to a slightly hairy guy. He looks like he’s downed all the alcohol behind the bar, eyes close slowly as he tries to keep guzzling it down. I dive throughout the crowd over to Lyra, taking the seat quickly before someone takes it.
“Hey where’s Claire?” asked Lyra screaming over the rather loud music. The lights in here are kind of dim so all I can see are her bright white teeth.
“She said she’ll be a few minutes late. She’s finishing up a paper for her economics class.” I tell her.
“That damn Claire, always doing something late. Does she expect me to hang with you all night?” I cut my eyes at her, what does she mean by that. I can be fun, sometimes, most of the time I just get lazy but at homecoming I was the life of the party. Well, the life of Lyle and I’s party.
“Yeah, Claire needs to hurry up. I don’t want to be around you your pretty lame.” She nudges me with her arm. The ruffles sleeves on her dress scratches against my skin.
“Why did you choose to wear that dress, it almost murdered my arm?” It’s a short peach dress with ruffled sleeves, but the material is rather rough against the skin. She did say how she hated the texture, but loved how the dress hugged her body. It did look rather ingenious on her.
“Beauty hurts. I need a drink, hey bartender!” Lyra waves her hand frantically trying to get this attention. With all the people at the bar, and the music so loud it took a few minutes for him to notice her.
“I don’t think it’s good for you to drink Ly. Remember the time you woke up on my lawn snuggled up with a lawn gnome.” She shrugs off my comment.
“That was just one situation.”
“Oh, what about the time you said you woke up hanging out of Jack’s car.”
“Ok stop. We get it I’m the worst drunk in the history of drunks. Can you try not to shame me please?” I hold my hands up, trying to show her me surrendering. The Bartender finally comes over to us, the look of tiredness radiates off of him. Besides him there is another woman back there with him.
“Sorry for the wait, one of the guys called in. What can I get you lovely ladies?” We both look down at the menu, I’ve never drank alcohol in my life. Well, that’s a lie. A year ago, my grandpa let me have a sip of his Whiskey, it was rough and made me cough.
“I’ll take a French 75 with extra lemon.” I look at her like she’s crazy, how does she know what that is?
“And what about you?” He looks towards me, I don’t know any types of drinks, besides Vodka. That is definitely something I’m not going to order. I ordered the most basic drink out there, please don’t shame me.
“Get me a sex on the beach.” He nods and goes to the back counter to make the drink. Lyra just gives the most plain look ever.
“What?”
“A sex on the beach, really? Out of all the things you could have ordered that's what you order. You need to hang out with me more, more than you usually do.”
“I- I didn’t know what else to order. Whiskey is too strong and a Brandi doesn’t seem appropriate. You got to bear with me here.” While we wait for out drinks, I survey the club.
Club Ten is the most notorious for its crazy crowds, and from being here I can confirm that it is rather crazy. Everyone here looks so free, and happy. It’s been a rough couple of days not talking or seeing Alexander.
I know that I’m taking what happened a few days ago rather hard, and maybe a little too far, but I can’t get over the look on his face and the feelings. Now that my powers have come in, I’ve been trying not to get angry so I don’t combust anything. Nothing else interesting has happened yet, just the light bulb thing.
I really wish there was another out there like me, someone who can help me out with all of this. The only person that could help me is Sasha, and she’s rather crazy but I want answers.
“Here you go, if you need anything else just call me over.” says the bartender.
I take a sip of my drink, the sweet taste tangs in my mouth. The alcohol is a little strong, but it tastes rather nice. I look over to Lyra to see her enjoying her drink. While guzzling down my alcoholic drink, I feel someone’s hand come around my shoulder.
Looking behind me I see its Claire; her once purple hair is now black. She traded in her baggy rebel clothes for a more golden sleek dress. She looks amazing, better than me and Lyra.
“Ahhhh Claire I miss you bitch.” Lyra clutches onto Claire tightly, sometimes I think she likes Claire more than me.
“You too. Are you still dating that hunk Jack?” She asked.
“Yessss. He gets fine every day.” Lyra responds. Claire shifts her gaze from Lyra to me.
“Look at you bones, or should I say Lauren. Who knew you had a body under those plaid skirts and graphic t-shirts? Is that a sex on the beach?”
“Yes.” She then looks at Lyra and they exchange a strange look.
“That’s what I looked like when she ordered that.” Lyra chimes in.
“What is wrong with a sex on the beach?!” I say enraged.
“It’s such a general drink, I’ve never known someone that ordered it.” The music begins to change, I see a spark in Claire's eyes. Suddenly, her hips start to move.
“Leave your drinks let’s go dance.” She pulls me and Lyra’s arms to the dance floor, people squish around us like a sandwich.
The music engulfs us and I find myself entranced by the dancing people and strobing lights. For the first time in a while, I feel. . .content and alive. All those worries and stress leave me, and now I’m just a girl with a little alcohol in her system dancing around with random strangers.
As I turn around, my hips sway to the music. In the distance, over the many bobbling heads I see a familiar face leaning against the brick walls over by the bathroom. It’s Will. He’s talking to some leggy blonde with black streaks in her hair, what is he doing here?
“Hey Ly and Claire I’m going to the bathroom.” They both nod their heads at me, I don’t even think they heard what I said. I leave them to the dancing while shuffling through the many people. Once I’m in a free space I go over to Will. I tap him on the shoulder, he turns to me shocked that I’m here.
“Hi Will.”
“Hey Quinn. . .didn't think you see you here.”
“Well, here I am.” I chuckle awkwardly. “What are you doing here?”
“I come here all the time, mostly on the Friday’s.” He responds. The leggy blonde just stares at me.
“Um hi I’m Quinneth.” I say holding my hand out.
“Zeta Titan. Nice to meet you.” Her grip is rather tight on mine, once she let’s go, I shake my hand, damn she’s one strong girl. “Your Alexander’s mate, you are as beautiful as they say.” I look towards Will, confused by how she know's about werewolves.
“Wait you’re a wolf too, that’s how you knew Alexander. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It wasn’t my place; Alexander would have killed me. Also, Zeta is the daughter of Eadwulf Titan. The King of Almeeria.” My eyes widen, I’ve never been in the same room with royalty well except for Sasha.
I instantly bow to her, as I’m bowing, I hear Will and Zeta laugh. “Am I doing something wrong?”
“You don’t have to bow to me. I might be a princess by birth, but I’m just a regular girl.” Her bright purple eyes gaze at me.
“Sorry.”
“Your fine. You're lucky to have Alexander he’s such a good guy. When we dated, he was so sweet.” They dated; Alexander dated a whole princess. How am I supposed to compete with this?
“You- you dated him when?” I asked eagerly.
“Uh- wow it was years ago. I think when we were 15, I spent a summer in Nygaard.” Thank god this was four years ago and not like 6 months ago. Why did he never tell me about her, he told me about the one girl he dated that only was with him to get close to Christian. This is not how I thought my night would turn out.
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