Note: Contains some mature stuff at the end, but nothing too explicit (no sexual situations or nudity).
It was all ready dark when we got to the city center, having experienced our first subway travel. Both I and Clinton were pretty impressed. It was so fast and so long! There wasn’t anything like that in Starlight Shores, the town we both grew up in. This was a city, ars was only a town and you could feel it with every cell of your body.
“They say the city goes alive at night, I heard,” I tell Clint, examinning the bright lights and overwhelming neon signs advertising for many products that you could buy. Everything there was new to me.
“Yup,” Clint confirmed. “I also heard that the girls in the clubs there are insane.” I didn’t recognize my friend. I thought he was after a bad realization and was fed up with girls for a long time or so?
“Your kidding, right? I won’t go to any strip club or anything like that with you. What got into you?” I didn’t even want to admit I knew I would feel awkward as hell in the place like that which was why I didn’t want to go.
“I guess I just need a tention relief after Becca,” he sort of explained. Sort of because I still didn’t quiet believe him.
“Well, if you say so, I guess…” But Clint already left and I ran after him, panicking that he’d leave me alone with my aweful sense of direction.
We were walking along the street full of people, bright lights and everything you could ask for. It really seemed as though it got alive at night. Then Clint pulled me into some shady-looking place and I reluctantely went with him, but there were too many people in are way as we tried to get to the bar at least. I barely could see anything, as the place was just so crowded. Finally Clint gave up and we left.
“See, seems you won’t get a pretty naked or half-naked lady to dance for you. What a shame,” I told Clint as we, again, made are way through the streets.
“Doesn’t matter, we’ll try another one.”
“What? Don’t tell me you’re now trying to fall into the arms of any girl just because your frustrated? That’s not how you work out things after a heart break. That’s not how I, as your friend, would do it, and you should know I’m also after a heart break.” He shrugged and I tried hard to see his expression, but it was unreedable.
“Whatever, Ron. You don’t have to come with me.”
“You know very well that I have to come with you, other wise I would get lost.”
“Than take a taxi.” Really? What kinda friend was he? And what kinda friend was I to him?
“Are you kidding me? I’m not living my best friend when he’s trying to make bad life choices. Someone will need to prevent you from drinking too much and making a mess outta things.” He didn’t say anything and I thought it was unusual for him. All of the sudden, I remembered how weird he was acting back when we were still in the house.
“I don’t know what it is that’s bothering you. And I feel your not telling me everything about that.” Again, he remained silent, as he let me into another club. This one was pretty empty and we sat down in front of the bar. Clint ordered a drink and started talking to a bartender (which was such a bright orange it almost hurt). It was clear she was all over him, as most girls were falling for his bright blue eyes and very light blond hair.
“So, what are you doing for a living?” She asked sweetly. Clint just took a longer sip in response and I thought that maybe he wouldn’t want to talk about it. But surprisingly he did.
“Currently not much. Got kicked out of studies.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she purred. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better? Your wish is my command,” she added with a wink. I almost wanted to roll my eyes, and it seemed Clint was not impresst either.
“Yeah, you could get me another of this,” he pointed at his drink. “It’s pretty good.”
“Sure thing,” the bartender replied and started preparing another one for him, making sure to lyn forward a bit too much to show off her impressive cleavage. I was getting annoyed at how cheap she was and how my friend seemed to not be getting any of her obvious ‘signals’. After she presented him with a 2nd drink, he made sure to drink it as quick as possible (he didn’t even notice it was different to the first one) and told the woman we were on are way.
“Wait, our you sure you don’t want to stay? We are so lonely here today and so. Very. Bored. And I’d introduce my friend to your’s…”
“No, we really have to go. Thank you for the axcellent drinks,” said Clint and I followed him to the way out. Before leaving, I took a last glance at the bartender. She looked pretty annoyed, which made me believe I wasn’t the only one mad at Clint that night.
When we were back outside, I couldn’t hold it any longer.
“She was all over you, Clint! Why didn’t you get it on with her, if it could be any one just to ‘let go of the tention’?” He shrugged again and I was almost done with him for the day, getting increasingly frustrated.
“Not my type,” he answered, even though we both knew it wasn’t the case.
“No girl can be Becca, you know. You can’t replace her,” I told him truthfooly, as I replaced ‘Becca’ with ‘Shari’ in my head.
“Oh, I do now. I’m not trying to. I’m actually trying to find her.” Now that’s not making any sense at all.
“Find her! In such clubs? That’s ridiculous.” He, again, didn’t say anything, which irritated me even more if it was possible. How could he possibly be searching for Becca in the clubs of Bridgeport? I got the gut feeling that he wasn’t telling me every thing again. And then we entered another building. This one seemed to indead be a strip club. Ashamed, as it was my first time in such a place, I tried to keep my eyes glued to the floor as much as possible. Eventually, we got to the bar and instead of a bartender, we were met with two pairs of high heals in front of our faces.
I still tried to not look up, but it turned out I didn’t have too.
It was even before Clint shouted at me that I paid attention to a very distant feachure of a leg in front of my face.
Then I just didn’t have to look up any more to know who it was that we had just encountered.
Note: Yes, I totally spent the entire morning building a strip club (or rather editing an EA club) to take these three shots. And yes, I do know that this chapter is pretty short, but the next one is pretty wild. Your jaws might drop when you finally hear the whole story to Becca’s escape! So stay tuned and hope you enjoyed it.