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“Come on, the sooner I get you drunk the sooner you’ll forget about Matt and find a new guy.”
“I don’t want a new guy,” I say, leaning closer so that she can hear me.
She rolls her eyes and drowns her own shot, shivering as she slams the little glass on the nearest table.
“Are you sure this place is safe?” I ask, eyeing the heavily tattooed men that stand against the wall.
Julia laughs like I’ve asked a ridiculous question. “Every place in Millbury is run by the mob.
Lighten up.”
I nod my head, watching the men regardless. I’m not exactly confident in my ability to gauge danger.
I down my shot.
“Oh, come on, Christina,” Julia says, dragging me by the hand to the dance floor. “As long as you’re not planning on selling drugs tonight at a competitive price, I’m pretty sure they’ll leave you alone.”
She’s right, I think, and I love dancing, so I give in. Soon, I feel myself opening up as I dance with Julia and the few girls around us.
She was right. This does help.
By the seventh song, the alcohol buzz has worn off and my feet start to hurt.
“I need to take a break,” I shout in Julia’s ear, wiping the sweat off my forehead with one hand.
She looks at me with disappointment but nods. “Okay! But stay close!”.
I make my way over to a nearby table, trying to hide my limp. I’m feeling especially self-conscious about being the one girl in here that wore the wrong heels to dance in.
Rookie mistake. Yet another reminder that I don’t have a clue how to be a normal college student; I don’t even know how to club properly! I loosen the strap around my ankles and massage my aching feet.
Julia is a vision out on the dance floor. I can’t help but smile as I watch her. She throws her head back as she shakes and shimmies, surrounded by men watching her with a gleam of hope in their eyes. She’s a natural and I have no idea how she does this and seems to thrive under all this male attention.
Better her than me.
I just escaped one shitty boyfriend, I’m definitely not looking to add another.
“Hey beautiful, what are you drinking?”
A man walks up to me suddenly, startling me. He gets so close I can smell the whiskey on his breath.
I edge away nervously.
“Nothing, thanks,” I say, gesturing to the empty table. He looms over me and I survey my options. I could get up and walk over to Julia, but to do so, I’d have to brush up against him. He doesn’t look like he’s overtly part of the mob – his visible tattoos aren’t any that I recognize as family marks.
But he’s big and way too strong for me to start a fight with. I don’t like my odds if I make him mad.
“Come on, baby. Don’t be like that.” He slurs, dropping a large, sweaty hand on my arm.
Ew.
I jerk away from him and glance over at the dance floor to see if I can spot Julia. She’s nowhere to be found. Great.
“Let me go,” I cry out, trying to shake him off.
He leers down at me. “I don’t think I will.”
The music is so loud, and the club is so busy, I doubt anyone will come to my rescue if I cause a scene. But as he starts to pull me up towards him – I panic and drive my aching heel directly into his foot.
