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Slowly start talking about more random things. Start with something somewhat related to the conversation and shift slightly to something completely different. The more bizarre, the better.
Added plus if you can slip a line or two about your daddy issues.
Not only will men buy you drink after drink thinking they’re getting lucky, but they’ll show you who they really are. If you’re comfortable going home with them, then do it. We’re all humans with specific needs. Certain desires. If you feel safe with a man dumb enough to fall for your act, you’ll likely control the whole fucking night, and he won’t even know it. Do what you have to do. But if they show themselves to be a creep, shoot your best friend a text, or in my case, a look across the room, and they’ll bail you out.
“So what about you?” I ask him.
“There’s not much interesting about me,” he starts, looking me up and down again.
I’m not a stupid girl, but that’s precisely what I’m hoping he thinks. He’s trying to get me drunk, and I want to know why. He’s not flirting with me, which makes me think it’s not because he wants me to come home with him.
A familiar feeling has been creeping up on me all night. I may be in danger right now, but part of me is too curious to care.
Part of me is tooreckless. I want to be in danger. The thought of it sends a shiver down my spine and a tickle up my neck.
I can feel Adam’s eyes on me across the room as his woman of the night presses her ass into him, grinding to the beat of the music thundering around us.
The second this turns weirder than it already is, I’m out.
Jeremy licks his lips, his head tilting to the side curiously as he examines me. I tip my cup slightly, sloshing the amber liquid, almost spilling it. But not quite. That’s the finale.
He bites his lip. “Do you know what happened to your parents?” Jeremy asks, putting his glass down.
“I don’t.”They were killed in a fire. Burnt to a crisp. Barely recognizable.
“I only met them a few times, but they seemed like good people.”
I scoff on the inside.
“They were great people. I’m sad I didn’t see them before they were cremated.”Their bodies were scorched. There was nothing to see.
I didn’t believe they were dead at first. I thought for sure they were off hiding somewhere. It was something they would do—fake their deaths—but thankfully, it was really them. They were really gone, and the world is better for it.
I promptly had them cremated without a second thought to seeing them beforehand.
“I’m sure,” he tilts his head again, reading me.
I’m in danger,is all I can think.
I look down at my lap, my face twisting in fake agony as I wring my hands together, sighing.
“I really appreciate you taking me out,” I tell him, my eyes brimming with real tears. A party trick I learned. Hopping off of the barstool, I teeter in my heels. I launch forward a bit, putting on my best drunk girl act and splashing my drink all over my front. “Oh my God, I can’t believe it. Fuck. I’m so sorry; I have to go clean this up quickly. I’ll be right back, handsome.”
He nods, smiling a little as I turn my back to him, heading toward the back of the club.
Adam’s eyes watch me as I go, knowing not to step in unless I signal for him to.
The club is packed tonight, the lights down low, the music thrumming through the floor. I’ve been here a couple of times with Adam, each leaving with someone else. It’s a nice place. Generally safe, I haven’t had many poor experiences here. Now, the old stoner bar down the street—that’s an entirely different story.
I count my footsteps as I walk toward the back, trying to force myself not to look back. I don’t want to see if Jeremy is still watching me. I don’t want to know if he’s following me. I want to get to the bathroom, collect my thoughts, text Adam, and get out of here.
The second I round the corner, I feel a hand on my arm, dragging me to the corner.
“What the f—”
The hand covers my mouth, the scent of whiskey and bergamot suddenly surrounding me like a cloud, and I go to bite it. “Sydney, you need to listen to me,” a masculine voice says, and I stop, turning slightly to see if I can get a better look at him.
They spin me, and I come face to face with the man from before. The man from the funeral home. The one in the corner. The hall is dark, but his eyes are darker, holding an urgency in them that confuses me.
