Alessandro |18+|

10

ARIA

"I will fuck you up. Watch where the fuck you going," Tammy snapped to the unknown man who had bumped his large body into me from behind and knocked the wind out of me.

"It was an accident. Sorry," the blond man said half-assedly, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. He took a sloppy sip of his beer, messing all over his chin and shirt as he struggled to stay on his feet. The look of disgust on Tammy's face mirrored mine.

We scowled at him, and before Tammy could open her mouth, I grabbed her hand and led her towards the bar area. He was not about to fuck up out night before it had barely begun. Forcing our way through the thick crowd, we manoeuvred until we were slumping over the bar counter and free from the sweaty bodies.

The club was surprisingly full, considering how massive the ground floor was. It was also ridiculously fancy. The type of club that had fire breathers and women shaking their asses on stage. A grin spread on my face, loving the atmosphere.

Tammy and I had agreed we weren't going to talk about Elijah or Sandro. And truthfully, I was living for the distraction even with me being a bit apprehensive at first.

The music blared so loud that I had to shout. "Thanks. Asshole really fucking hurt me," I frowned, already feeling a bruise forming on my back.

I needed a drink.

"He's lucky I didn't take his eyes out," Tammy sneered, slinging her arm over my shoulders.

My tight skirt had hiked up a few inches, and I attempted to pull the material down even though it refused to go any further than my mid-thigh. I felt the cool air-conditioning of the club against my bare back despite my hair cascading down to caress the top of my ass. It was cold outside, yet Tammy and I were dressed in the skimpiest clothes.

"Let's not. I don't want to spend the night in a jail cell," I replied, pulling my card out of my purse, attempting to get the bartenders attention. He was a curly haired man, dressed in a black t-shirt with a small towel draped over his shoulder. He was talking to a girl, and the conversation seemed a bit flirtatious.

I groaned, knowing that it was impossible for him to hear me. Tammy laughed at my struggle and let out the loudest fucking whistle I had ever heard.

I gasped, clutching my ringing ear. "A warning next time, fuck."

She threw a sheepish smile my way, and shrugged uncaringly. It had worked, and the bartender had left his conversation and was now approaching us. He rested his elbows on the glass counter, looking at us expectantly, but more me specifically.

"What I can get for you tonight?" he asked, smiling down at me and I leaned forward so he could hear me.

"Vodka Redbull, and a G&T with a slice of lime. Please," I shouted over the music, knowing Tammy's favourite drink was the dangerous Gin and Tonic. I stayed away from that – not wanting to stumble over my heels. I was already clumsy enough.

"And two shots of tequila. Thank you," Tammy practically shoved me out of the way before I could utter a word and tapped her card on the machine. I gave her a nasty look, already grimacing at the thought of downing the hard liquor.

"Sure."

"Next round is on me," I told her, and she just waved her hand in a dismissive manner.

I watched the bartender pour the drinks, his back to us.

"He's kind of cute, isn't he?" I nodded in his direction, and gave her a suggestive smile. Tammy tilted her head, blatantly checking him out as she hummed in thought. Eventually she shook her head.