Night With A Stranger

The sound of music playing in this small of an establishment deafened me. The disco lights got me lightheaded, and the smell of various perfumes, alcohols, cigarettes, and sweat almost made me throw up. 

"You okay, Hassan?" My best friend, Wenna, shouted. More likely as a whisper. I swear, the place was so loud I couldn't even hear my own voice. 

I shook my head and grimaced. She chuckled at my reaction and pulled me by grabbing my arms. 

We squeezed through the sea of ​​people. She seems familiar with the place and the twists and turns here. We bumped into a lot of people as she kept walking, holding my arm. I couldn't do anything but follow her.

I apologized countless times to people we bumped into. Some seemed angry and others didn't care and just continued to sway while the loud music played. 

"Wenna, stop!" I yelled and tried to pull my arm against her grip but she only tightened it as she blended herself on the sea of ​​people. I closed my eyes tightly and let her. After a while we were at the side where it was quiet and there were only a few people. 

Panting, I clung to the nearest wall as my chest heaved, gasping for breath. 

"Hassan, c'mon!" Wenna whined. She put her hands on her waist in front of me while snorting. “I thought you wanted to drink and get drunk tonight?! Let's go!" she shouted. 

I glared at her. "I said I want to get drunk but I didn't say we would go to a club. It could have been done in my condo, you know!"

She rolled her eyes. "In your condo again! Oh, God! Are you going to lock yourself in your room every day while drinking?! Loosen up! He's just a man, we're beautiful!”

I pursed my lips as she mentioned my long term ex-boyfriend, James. My heart stung and I felt a sudden lump in my throat. 

Wenna immediately noticed that because she immediately became silent. 

“Sorry...”

I shook my head and tried to swallow the sudden blockage of something in my throat. I forced a grin on her. "It's okay." I breathed deeply. "Alright. Let's go before I change my mind."

Her eyes lit up and a huge smile broke into her face. She hugged me so hard that I stepped back and almost fell. 

"Oops! Sarrey!” she enthusiastically apologized before pulling my hand again. We went to the bar counter and sat on a stool chair. I'm still a little lost and shy because I'm wearing a short dress and the chair is high. 

I am wearing a black halter dress that was nearly making me look naked. My usually hidden curves are no longer hidden tonight as my best friend, and also my cousin, forced me to wear this one. It was only half way up my thigh. There is a slit on the side so that it is not too difficult for me to walk. 

I let Wenna choose and buy us something to drink. Besides I'm not in the mood to choose, I also don't know much about the different types of drinks. I only knew a few drinks such as tequila, vodka, etc blah blah blah. Sometimes I even forget that stuff.

“Here!” Wenna placed a glass full of wine in front of me. It's like beer. It bubbles on the surface. 

"What's this?" I asked even though the answer was very obvious. 

"That's beer." She laughed. "Try it! That's delicious here, babe!”

I shook my head and pushed the glass of beer away from me. "No, please. Wine would be enough."

"Don't be that KJ, Hassan! Remember why you're here, okay? To get drunk and wasted!”

That's right. I came here to get drunk and forget about my problems in life. Especially with my love life problems. 

I sighed in defeat and held the glass of beer to my mouth. I tried to ignore the strong foul-smelling smell of the beer. I held my breath as I looked at it. I drank it until it was empty.

When it was over, I almost threw up. Wenna just laughed at me as she was watching me reach for the drinks. 

She ordered another glass of beer and she drank it. She's a hard drinker and it takes longer for her to get drunk than me. 

The next shot was a little harder. We ordered scotch and different types of alcoholic drinks. I don't know Wenna's trip in life and we plan to taste different kinds of drinks in this place. Their drinks are good. I actually love them all. 

Eventually, I found myself enjoying it. 

Wenna pulled me up and dragged me towards the dancefloor, all the while bringing our own glasses of alcohol in our own hands. We danced and giggled as we enjoyed our night's out. I don't know what happened next because I was drunk too. The last thing I remember before I lost sight of Wenna was her telling me she would just find the bathroom. I tried to come with her but she waved her hand in the air dismissively, refusing my offer, saying she can handle herself just fine. I shrugged and went back to dancing, softly swaying my hips while my eyes were closed. 

It wasn't long before I felt a hand on both sides of my waist from behind. His hands were a little huge and veiny as I looked down at it. 

A soft gasp escaped from my lips when I felt something was poking on my butt. I'm sure as hell what was that. But the funny thing is that instead of feeling disrespected, it made me smile for some reason. It must be because of the alcohol, taking control over my better thinking. 

"Wanna come with me tonight, beautiful?" I heard a man's voice just right behind my ear. Shivers ran up my spine as my heart took a leap. His voice was low just enough for me to hear it. It was a husky, so manly. 

Turning around, I came face to face with a seemingly God of Greeks. And nope, he's not a boy. 

He's a man... 

The first thing that caught my attention was his beautiful blue eyes. Even through dim light, I noticed the thickness of his eyelashes that were surrounding his expressive eyes. He also has thick eyebrows. In the middle of his right eyebrow is a scar which made him look a little scary and intimidating, but it didn't make him less hot though. In fact, I find it more attractive. 

My gaze travelled down to his sharp nose and down to his slightly parted lips. It looks so soft and inviting. It was enticing, luring me to take the bait he effortlessly made. 

I saw the corner of his lips rise up as he pulled me close to him. Now, his 'thing' is poking on my stomach.