favorite perfume and starting slathering my arms
in legs with the matching lotion. The smell of vanilla, orchids and jasmine
filled the room. Now that the beauty side of things was complete, it was time
to get dressed!
I
went in my bedroom and pulled out my new clothes, checking them over carefully
to make sure I removed every tag and sticker. I stepped into the skirt and
carefully put on my sweater, making sure I didn’t mess up my hair. I pulled on
my boots, wrapped my scarf around my neck and went to check myself out in the
mirror. Pleased with the reflection staring back at me, I grabbed my cell phone
and my purse and headed off towards the subway.
It
took about half an hour to get to Weaver Street, where the bar was, by subway. As
soon as I got off, I saw Jocalyn. She wouldn’t have been hard to find though,
she was the only person in the station who looked like they were about to burst
into tiny pieces.
“Oh.....my.....god!
I’m so, so , SO glad you called! I’m so excited; we are going to have so much
fun!” Jocalyn said in one breath.
I wonder if I could call ahead and have a drink
waiting for me when we arrive?
It
was a pretty short walk from the station to Stoaked. We went straight up to the
bar as soon as we walked in.
“Well
hello there gorgeous! What can I get for you?” The bartender said to Jocalyn.
“Hey
Dex! Vodka and cranberry juice please.” Jocalyn said grinning from ear to ear.
“Sure
thing and for your friend?”
“Apple
martini.” I said.
“Coming
right up.”
The
bartender grabbed two glasses and flipped them over in his hand before setting
them down on the bar. Then he began grabbing different bottles, flipping them
up in the air and behind his back as he poured our drinks. I wish I could learn
to do something like that. I could picture myself flipping bottles of alcohol
around as I made people drinks at my parent’s annual New Year’s Eve party,
while everyone stood around watching me, clearly impressed with my skills. In
reality, I’m afraid, I would end up with lots of broken bottles, wasted alcohol
and a very ticked off father.
The
bartender slid our glasses across the bar and flashed a wink at Jocalyn. She
started to giggle as we turned to walk away.
“Okay,
so what was that all about?” I asked her as we sat down at an empty table.
“Oh
it’s nothing really. That’s Dexter; we’ve gone out a couple of times. It’s no
big deal.” She shook her head and waived her hand in the air.
“Do
you like him?” I asked her.
“I
don’t know. Maybe.” She said, her cheeks flushing light pink.
I
took a sip of my martini, studying her face over the rim of my glass. She
started blushing like crazy.
“You
do! You so like him!” I exclaimed.
“Okay
I do! I totally like him! You might find this hard to believe, but I start
talking nonstop when I am around him.” She said with a serious look.
“Somehow
I can see that.” I said with a laugh.
We
ordered another round of drinks just as the band took the stage.
“Good
evening everybody, we’re called Subzero.” Noah said as the crowd started
cheering.
The
band started playing and people started dancing, or I guess technically they
were jumping up and down. A couple of guys were really getting into the music
by playing the air guitar and drumming the air with their invisible sticks.
“Let’s
go up closer.” Jocalyn said.
Drinks
in hand, we made our way closer to the stage weaving in between the sea of
people that were thumping around to the beat of the music.
I
couldn’t stop staring at Jack. It was crazy the way he was able to make a gray
t-shirt and khaki cords look hot. Khaki cords.....I was starting to wonder if he
owned any jeans. I couldn’t help but notice the adorable way he kept biting his
lower lip as he played. I wonder if I were to kiss him if he would bite my
lower lip the same way. Whoa! Where in the heck did that come from? I
couldn’t help it though. He was just so.....yummy. So