Chapter 7: surprises

I slightly frowned my face at the sight before me. I turned to Jenna and she looked completely cool with it. I decided to mind my business. It was a free world after all.

After a few minutes of paying undivided attention to the Irish girl, he turned to look at me and immediately smirked. I blushed and turned the other way. He just had to catch me staring, again.

"Seems like someone's reconsidering."

Cocky much?

I chuckled and played with my half empty shot cup.

"Hey Jenna!" he said out of the blues. "I didn't know you were here."

"Armando? Oh my gosh! The music is so loud!" Her voice sounded excited. "What are you doing here?" she smiled.

She avoided my glare and focused on Armando.

"I'm just here to catch some fun and maybe something else." He turned towards the stripper. "What room do you represent?"

She smirked. "Room 47."

Her accent was thick Irish with a hint of Italian. I wondered what sorta combo that was.

"Why don't you be a good girl and wait up for me there while I finish up with things here?"

She bit her lower lip. "Yes, daddy."

I mentally gagged. She even managed to make kinky feel irritating. Wow.

"Bartender," Armando called. The bartender strolled to where we were seated. It was a different one from the one that had served us before.

"I want 10 shots of tequila with a little dark and stormy. Well, 10 shots of margarita actually."

Armando looked down at me. I smiled. He got my order right.

"Jenna, do you want anything?" Jenna shook her head. "That will be all."

He slammed a five hundred dollar bill on the counter. "Keep the change." The bartender smiled appreciatively at him.

"It was nice talking to you girls but I've got unfinished business. Btw Roxy, you look stunning tonight." His smile revealed his perfect dentition and he kissed me on the cheek. "I'll see you later, Jenna. Oh and Roxy, if you change your mind, 47 and I wouldn't mind some extra company."

I blinked, completely red.

We watched him jog up the stairs and immediately he was out of sight, I turned to Jenna.

"Bisexual? Really?" I crossed my arms in front of my chest. Jenna looked at me with a guilty expression.

"Sorry. I just didn't want you to end up falling for him. He's at the top of Philly's top Playboy prince list, if there's even anything like that." She let out a small laugh but stopped immediately she realized I wasn't cashing in on her amusement.

"How'd you even know? I mean it isn't obvious."

"Well, the first day I shopped at the lingerie store, I saw him flirting with one of the male staff. It was kinda cute. After that, I left to get lunch and realized I forgot my purse at the store. When I got back to the store, I got my purse and went to the rest room. On opening the door, I saw Armando practically having sex with a female staff. That's how we became friends. According to him, no one used the bathroom so they weren't expecting anyone to interrupt them."

I let out a laugh. "Well that's a very charming way to meet a guy like him."

"Yeah."

"Wait! Is his father a drug Lord or something? I mean he just spent half a thousand dollars on something that wasn't even worth quarter the price."

Jenna laughed. "Well, his dad's super rich and loaded. He works for the government but I'm not sure how and he also owns a company."

"Oh. But then why does Armando work at the lingerie store? I mean he could easily go to college and then work with a degree or something."

"Well," Jen started, "he actually attended NYU. At the middle of his first semester there, he just got bored out of his mind and dropped out without telling his parents. When they found out, as punishment, he had to get a job at the mall and he picked the lingerie store just so he could catch a glimpse of all the hot, sexy girls wanting to buy underwear."

I slowly shook my head. "He's really something else."

I gulped down two shots and Jen applauded me. "Seems like you've finally gotten the hang of it."

I rolled my eyes in response. I entertained myself by looking around. The dancefloor was packed. I looked up to the rooms up the stairs and my mind instantly began to wonder what Armando was doing with the Irish broad at that moment.

"Roxy, look at this." Jenna stole my attention from the upper part of the club.

"What?"

She pointed eastwards and I followed her line of vision. I saw two people laying on a couch, a boy and a girl to be specific, making out and on the verge of being naked.

I furrowed my eyebrows and my nose scrunched up. "That's disgusting, Jenna."

"What? No! Look at that exotic dancer, the stripper in that cage." She pointed upwards. I looked up and saw a platinum blonde dancing in the cage.

"So? what if she's dancing?"

"Look harder. Don't you recognize her?"

I squinted at the girl. The lighting here was terrible but I tried hard to-.

"Oh my gosh!" My eyes widened with realization. "Alison?"

"That's right," Jenna smirked.

"Why the hell is she dancing like that? Here?"

"Well, we're about to find out." Jenna immediately stuck her hand out in the air. "Hey! Hey!" She screamed and wiggled her hand. People turned to look at her and just assumed that she had too much to drink.

Alison peered down at us and she immediately froze. I smirked at her while Jenna waved. She looked at us for a few seconds and continued her dancing, pretending we weren't there.

"Well that was unexpected."

"At this point, I'm not even gonna be shocked if Harry Styles walks into this club."

She smirked. "And the entire former one direction?"

"And the entire former one direction."

Jenna laughed at what I said and took a shot of my tequila.

"I like him," I said after much consideration.

"Who?"

"Armando."

"He's too much of a player."

I sighed and my mind involuntarily drifted to Eric. I wonder why he was mad. I wonder why I was even wondering why he was mad. He wasn't supposed to be mad at me. Everything that happened was his fault.

I took a shot of tequila and then another.

Eric was completely wrong in this situation. It was his fault that I came home late and he was worried about me. It was my cue to be mad. If he hadn't come home late and tried to sleep with me then I wouldn't have been mad. Then I wouldn't have come home late and accused him of the drugs. Looking at it, everything was his fucking fault.

I took another shot.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down, honey, or you gonna get drunk off your ass tonight."

"I came here to forget all my problems. Besides it's been long since I got drunk. Can't I enjoy at least that for tonight?" I asked her.

"Uh- I don't think I'm up for dragging a drunk you outta here an-".

I smiled. "I knew you'd say yes."

"Wait, I didn't say yes." She was clearly amused now. I smiled at her and she responded by taking a shot of tequila.

Two minutes and 5 shots later, Jenna said she had to go use the bathroom.

"Be sure to wash up!" I said in a sing-song voice and immediately realized I was drunk. Drunk off my ass. I face-palmed my self for saying that out loud.

I motioned for my next shot cup and found out it was empty. I reached for the others and they were all empty. I yelled for the bartender.

He looked at me for a moment before averting his gaze. "Yeah?"

"What is it? Why are you looking at me that way?"

"Uh- I'm this way, Miss," he said and I turned to the source of the voice. I blinked repeatedly to avoid seeing double again.

"Whatever. Bring me a bottle of tequila."

"Uh- I don't think that's a good idea, Miss. You are already drunk," he said.

My eyes snapped to his. "Are you my mother or my father that I should care about your opinion in my life?!"

"I think it'd be best if you sit and wait for your friend to come back."

What the fuck was he saying? Thinking? He was paid to serve and not to think! It was none of his business if I wanted to drink ten bottles of tequila. His job was to serve me whatever I wanted and mind his fucking business.

"You don't know what is best for me, you bastard. Oh I swear to you," I seethed, "God help me if you don't give me tequila bottle the."

"What?" He chuckled a little.

I paused and tried to comprehend what I just said. The amused expression on his face made my blood boil.

"Stop making fucking fun of me." My eyes watered. I felt all wobbly in Jenna's heels. My stomach felt like it was about to explode with a million butterflies. I wanted water.

I watched as his brows furrowed with amusement and probably concern but he still didn't make an attempt to get me what I wanted. That made me angrier and sadder. I felt the tears leave my eyes freely.

Why did everyone always have to make fun of me? Why was my life this miserable? Why was I always deprived of the things I loved and wanted? Why?!

"Fuck you. fuck the hell outta you, you, you, you.. you imbe..cile." No way in hell was I backing down from this fight. "I hate you. I hate everything about you. You can't contro...."

Arms wrapped themselves around me and closed my mouth. I squinted trying to decipher who it was but to no avail. I could barely keep my eyes open. I was soon greeted by a familiar darkness.

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No A/N today.

-C.