¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (zigazigah) wrote in write_lab, @ 2014-09-19 22:55:00 |
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Mary’s head was pounding as she entered the club, scanning the area for her friends. Seeing no one she recognized, she perched at the end of the bar as far away from the speakers as possible. ‘where r u?’ She shot off a quick text to her friends and ordered a cranberry vodka from the bartender before shifting in her seat to watch the crowd behind her. A night club was exactly the place Reginald wanted to be this evening. After a rather interesting afternoon, he was more than excited at the chance to get out and have some fun. Perhaps meet some people. Or just have a few drinks. Anything really as long as it was fun. It took him a few minutes to push his way through the crowd and over to the bar, at which point he saw there was only one free seat available. “Is this seat taken?” he asked the woman next to the empty stool. After speaking, Reginald then flashed a smile. “What? Oh, not at all,” Mary said, a little distractedly, mostly uninterested in anyone who wasn’t one of her friends. Out of politeness Mary gave him a smile, before turning her attention back to her phone, sending off another quick text. It was at this moment that the bartender placed her glass in front of her, but she was so engrossed with her phone that she didn’t notice it until she turned back around, knocking the glass over into the lap of the man sitting next to her. “Shit, I’m sorry,” she yelped, jumping up and grabbing a handful of napkins to help sop up the mess. This evening was off to a fine start and without another word Reginald carefully lowered himself onto the barstool. Anyone watching might have found his sitting position rather odd because he was leaning heavily on his right buttock and his left barely grazed the seat. Though he tried to look as casual as possible, his attempt just made him look even more awkward. Thankfully for him, he wouldn’t have to deal with this for long as a portion of his pants felt sopping wet. Reginald had no time to to inform the woman beside him that her help really wasn’t necessary and as a hand pressed against his leg, he shifted his weight so he was sitting on both cheeks. Almost instantly, pain surged through the left side of his body. Yelping, he began to flailing as he launched himself off the seat and directly into the nice lady beside him. Mary could imagine that having a cold vodka cranberry dumped in one's lap was less than pleasant, but she couldn't imagine that attacking someone was the appropriate response. Nonetheless, that's what the man next to appeared to be doing, and she did her best to fling him off of her, albeit mostly unsuccessfully. "The fuck?!?" she sputtered as she slammed against the floor the pounding in her head only worsening as it bonked against the edge of a bar stool. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. It was as though he could see himself falling into the lady, but was powerless to stop. Still, Reginald tried what he could as the music in the club intensified, though all he ended up doing was flailing more and knocking a bowl of peanuts off the counter with him as he fell. Thankfully, he only landed half on the poor helpful lady. “I’m so sorry!” he shouted over the music as he attempted to climb off her, but managed only to press the palm of his hand against her stomach. The general noise of the club, mixed with the pounding in her head and the stars she was seeing from having hit her head made everything confusing. "What?" she yelled as she struggled to hear him, making a little oof sound as his hand pushed into her stomach. Fucking seriously, today was the worst day ever, she thought as she pushed his hand away and struggled to stand up. She was mostly up when she slipped on an ice cube from her drink and knocked a bar stool down as she fell back on him, the seat of the stool slamming against his backside. As the stool hit his right buttock, Reginald let out a loud high pitched screech that sounded like it could have come from a very angry cat. Once again the pain radiated through his body and at the same time, he cursed him thinking that coming out to a club. “Will you stop being such a klutz!” he yelled over the music as he tried to stand. Frustrated, he then reached over, grabbed a handful of peanuts that were still on the counter, and chucked them in the woman’s direction. Of course she now had someone throwing peanuts at her at a club. It was the most fitting way to end this bitch of a day. “Real mature, throwing food at a stranger,” she retorted shortly as she grabbed a glass off the bar and splashed it in his face. Eight stitches in his ass and now this. "You started it," he sputtered as alcohol dripped down his face and he tossed another peanut. This time it bonked her right it the forehead. "You just couldn't keep your hands to yourself!" “You think I did that on purpose?>” Mary spluttered. “Sorry, you’re not my type. Try not to take it personally.” “Oh please!” Grabbing the lip of the bar, Reginald started to hoist himself up to his feet, though the pulling of the muscles on made his butt hurt worse and the increasingly pounding music wasn’t helping. “You could be so lucky!” he shouted before reaching across the counter and throwing some lime wedges in her general direction. “Lucky?” she said, ducking to avoid the limes. “Lucky?! To be with a guy who throws LIMES at strange women in…” She was cut off, however, by two large burly men who had made their way through the crowd to them. “You’re going to need to come with us,” they said sternly. “Don’t blame me!” Mary shouted over the music, pointing at Reginald. “He started it!” “I don’t care who started it,” the other man said with a roll of his eyes as he placed his hand firmly on Reginald’s shoulder. “But we need you both outta here.” From there, he felt a jerk on his shoulder as the man started to roughly direct him through the crowd and toward the door. The crowd surrounding them were dancing and hoping and gyrating with the music, obviously having more fun that he was at this moment. Only moments later, Reginald was at the front door and as the intense music paused for a brief second, he was rudely shoved out onto the sidewalk. Turning around, he smiled as the woman was nicely escorted out the door and the bouncers slammed it shut with some formality about them not being welcome here again. “You were amazing in there, Mary. Simply amazing,” Reginald gushed as he reached back and fave his bum a quick scratch as the stitches were beginning to itch. “I told you this would be fun!” "Hell of a way to cap off a shitty day," Mary admitted, cracking a smile. "It did help, you were right. Had to happen eventually," she teased. "Now, how about finding somewhere to get a real drink?" |