Hard To Explain
Chapter 2 - Asked Me For The Phone
Outside we made our way towards the dimly lit entrance of the bar. “I.D.´s,” security asked sternly. “Here,” I extended my reach towards him, fake I.D. in hand. “I´m gonna need to see a real I.D., Miss,” he retorted annoyed. “Fine,” I exclaimed handing over my real I.D. “18, underage, let me stamp your hand so the bartender will know not to serve you any drinks,” he stated sounding as if his only intention in life was to kill every underage buzz. Making our way inside, I turned to Jake. “Hey, You´re buying me drinks, right?” I asked widening my eyes to up my cuteness factor, hoping to soften Jake up. “I´m buying, if you´re paying,” he answered teasingly. “Fine,” was my only reply as I reached for my wallet. “Bring as many vodka shots as this gets you,” I ordered, handing him a one-hundred dollar bill. His eyes lit up as he grasped the money, making his way towards the bar. Minutes later he returned looking sullen, “Damn, bastard, I only got twenty shots, what a rip-off.” He stated angrily. “Hey, there´s more where that came from, there´s a reason I slave away at work,” I said excitement filling my eyes. Rob and Kat approached us, rolling their eyes when they saw all the shots we had bought. “Five for each”, I exclaimed excitedly. “Someone needs to drive home, Liz!” Rob retorted annoyed. “Looks like that´ll be you, loser!” I responded my inner demons already screaming for me to fulfill my self-destructive tendencies. We had thirty minutes before Sarie De Salle´s performance, we needed to pace ourselves. “Jake and I get seven shots, Kat, you get six.” “Whoa, guys, I´m Italian, not Mexican, I can´t take all that tequila.” I´ll have three shots, and call it quits.” Kat responded cautiously. “More for us!” Jake exclaimed wrapping an arm around me. “To a memorable night!” I shouted, and raised my shot glass in the air, followed by Jake. Going down, it burned, and tasted horrible, but by your fourth shot you couldn´t feel your face and didn´t care to. Sarie De Salle appeared on stage moments later. She was a gorgeous African American woman, her skin radiated brightly against the stage lights, her dreads looking glamorous, framing her face. Her entire aesthetic was on point. Turning I saw Jake and Rob go silent, their eyes widening; they were in love at first sight.
