“Mister Adam,” Walter greets. There is a hint of humor in his voice and a not very well hidden smirk on his face.
“Sir,” Adam nods, trying, without success, to walk casually.
Walter no longer tries to hide his smile. “We will be seeing you again soon?”
“Yes sir,” Adam says grinning ear to ear, “Tomorrow in fact.”
“Very well Mister Adam,” Walter nods as he holds open the door, “have a great night.”
“I will sir, thank you.” Adam leaves the building and whistles down the sidewalk.
Sarah tries to busy herself and frantically paces her little apartment as she tidies.
“How many times did you kiss him?” she asks herself in disbelief.
‘Not enough,’ a new voice swoons inside her head.
‘More than enough,’ the hen scolds.
“Oh shut up,” Sarah whispers, shaking her head. “I’m going to need to see a shrink if you guys don’t shut up.”
Sarah huffs and stomps off to the kitchen in search of something to clean. After washing the few dishes that are there, her shoulders sag with exhaustion. Feet dragging, she goes to her bedroom to put on some cozy flannel pyjamas.
Laying in her bed, she stares at the ceiling. She closes her eyes but her mind is racing. Rolling over, she decides that watching the clouds drift by her window will help slow her mind. The clouds will bring her sleep.
The room is dimly litWaitresses make their way through the room with trays of drinks, glow sticks worn as jewelry. It is a simple concept. Red glow sticks are the shooter girls, blue for beer and green for hi-balls.
Amy and Brian have stopped the red girls a couple of times already.
The music is too loud to carry a conversation. Bodies bump into each other as the crowd bounces to the music. No matter if you can dance or not, this place will have you moving to some sort of rhythm.
Amy taps Brian on the shoulder and points to the washroom. Brian nods. Placing his hand on the small of her back, he follows behind her. Amy goes into the washroom and Brian stands at the door to wait for her. He doesn’t want to risk losing her in here.
In the washroom, Amy reaches for her phone.
You asleep? She texts Sarah.
She goes into a stall knowing that Sarah won’t likely respond, and if she does, it will take her a few minutes.
After washing her hands, her phone buzzes.
I can’t. Sarah responds.
Come to the Purple Haze.
Why? Amy frowns. Before Sarah can respond, Amy adds, Just throw on some clothes and keep your hair messy. Dance off those nerves and have a couple of drinks.
She waits. Impatiently, she leaves the washroom to join Brian when she doesn’t get a response. Together, they make their way back to the dance floor. Amy is pleasantly surprised by Brian’s dance moves and quickly finds herself drunk in the moment.
After a few songs, her phone vibrates in her pocket. With a smile on her face, she pulls it out and reads, How will I find you?
Text when you’re here and I’ll meet you at the door.
She and Brian dance to another song before her phone vibrates again. Fine.
Amy jumps up and down with joy. Brian stares at her in wonder.
“Who was that?” he yells over the music.
Amy pulls him off the dance floor to the bar. After ordering herself a soda, she leans in to Brian and says, “You should text Adam to join us.”
Brian smiles at this clever woman and pulls out his phone. After a few taps on his phone he smiles at Amy. Leaning close to her, his lips brushing on her cheek, he whispers, “Done,” in her ear.
Amy smiles and nods, feeling a little tipsy.
Deciding he doesn’t care about the possible complications, he leans in again and this time he kisses her.
Amy puts her hands on his chest to keep herself from falling off the barstool. Brian slides off his seat and stands between her legs, wrapping his hands around her slender waist; she moves her hands to wrap around his neck.
His arm is suddenly wet as the bartender puts his beer on the bar a little too hard, pulling them both from their trance.
Amy giggles and covers her mouth. With one hand Brian grabs his beer and winks at the bartender. The bartender shakes his head and smirks. Brian doesn’t move away from Amy. Amy rests her hand on his shoulder and grabs her soda for a sip. They watch the crowd of entangled bodies swaying and bouncing to the music.
From out of nowhere a hand slaps Brian, hard, on the back. Beer splatters on Amy and beneath her hand she can feel Brian’s muscles tense. Tensed and ready, Brian turns around.
“Jerk,” he yells at a grinning Adam.
Adam looks past him to Amy, “Sorry,” he yells at her splattered shirt.
Amy shrugs and smiles. “No worries,” she yells back.
Adam gets the attention of the bartender and orders them another round.
Amy’s phone vibrates in her pocket. She winks at Brian before taking it out of her pocket.
Amy hops off her bar stool and kisses Brian on the cheek. A mischievous grin on her face, she walks towards the door.
On the other side of the door, she finds a nervous looking Sarah on the sidewalk. She quickly grabs her hand and drags her inside. Walking past a waitress with red glow sticks, Amy grabs them each a shooter.
“What?” Sarah begins to yell.
“Just drink it,” Amy yells. She shoots hers back demonstrating and Sarah copies her sister. Except with less grace as she scrunches up her face.
Amy laughs and pulls Sarah to the bar.
Amy brushes past Adam, leaving Sarah’s hand behind on his hip. As Adam turns around, Amy slips past him and slides under Brian’s arm. Adam is shocked to see Sarah standing before him. Sarah is not so shocked. She knew her sister was up to something.
Amy, giddy with joy and shooters, shouts, “let’s dance!”
For the first time in her life, Sarah decides to follow her little sister. To step outside of her little box and let her hair down.
Her mother used to always say Amy was a bad influence.
(c) Rachel Rennie 2015