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like a brick flying through a car
window.
    I turned around and saw Chris talking to the
DJ, no doubt requesting songs. Chris was pretty good at getting her
songs played just by looking at a man over her long blond lashes.
It suddenly occurred to me that whole exchange between giant hottie
and I couldn’t have lasted more than five minutes. It made me
marvel at his dexterous skills all the more.
    I grabbed Chris as she stepped down from the
DJ box. “I gotta piss girl,” I told her. More accurately, I needed
to tend to my drenched panties and smoke a cigarette.
    “ Back bathroom? You got
another joint?”
    “ Chris, I am high as fuck.
You ain’t?” I exclaimed, exasperated. Not at her, but at myself,
and him, and whatever the fuck just happened.
    “ Whoa cowgirl.”
    “ Let’s just go on the patio
and smoke for a second.” My need to tell her what happened with
less noise and a cigarette in my mouth trumped my wet panties. We
weaved through the people and I grabbed Chris when we passed the
bar. Each second I was changing my mind as to what I wanted to do
and where I wanted to go. My mind was whirling, and I decided my
panties and the cigarette could wait.
    “ Two Incredible Hulks, a
Captain and Pineapple, and a vodka with Hypno,” I yelled to the
bartender.
    “ First we’re pissing, then
we’re going outside to smoke, now we’re getting drinks AND shots.
Incredible Hulk shots? What’s going on, Elle?”
    “ Girl, I don’t even know
where to start. You remember the giant hottie you cock blocked me
on at the bar?” I asked her while paying for the drinks. She gave
me a head nod coupled with an eye roll. I passed her one shot and
took the other. I clinked our glasses and told her just before
shooting mine, “He got me off on the dance floor.” I slammed my
shot glass on the bar, shaking my head in disgust. I chased it with
my vodka and Hypno, cooling the burn from the brown liquor going
down my throat. Chris just stared at me with her shot in her
hand.
    “ Shoot that shit and let’s
go outside.” She knocked it back and grabbed my arm, dragging me
outside so fast I almost tripped on my heels.
    The fresh air hit me and did wonders to
clear my clouded head. We both lit a cigarette and smoked in
silence for a second, me processing what had just happened, and her
still trying to sift through the shock her mind must’ve been
feeling.
    “ OK, you gotta start from
jump cuz I can’t even comprehend what you just said, but I am
pretty sure I WANT to comprehend it.”
    I took my glasses off and pinched the bridge
of my nose. “Girl, I don’t know where jump is. I was dancing with
my eyes closed—”
    “ Fuck Elle, how many times
have I told you to keep your fucking eyes open? You’re a control
freak in every aspect of your life except on that damn dance floor
around a bunch of drunk and horny men!”
    “ Shut the fuck up and
listen.” I put my glasses back on and began to pace in front of the
club. “I was dancing with my eyes closed to the new Wale track and
I felt him behind me. I fucking smelled him behind me. We moved with
the beat for a second, and next thing I know, his hand is down my
pants and I am coming all over his fingers. Fuck, this boy must of
stumbled across some Wikipedia article on how to make a girl nut
before the song is over cuz I was seein’ stars.”
    “ Damn,” was all Chris could
say.
    “ Yep.” We both stood in
silence finishing our cigarettes and drinks.
    After what felt like hours, but was more
likely minutes, Chris asked, “What did he smell like?”
    I looked up at her confused. “Uh, Aqua di
Gio. And wood. Or leather, or some natural smell that seemed at
odds with the fancy cologne.”
    “ Well what do you want to
do? You wanna go find him?”
    “ No, he said he had business
to take care of.”
    “ Business?” Chris asked in
her excuse me tone. “What kind of business does he have at Eight Oh
Eight?”
    “ I don’t know.” The dramatic
hand gestures were