Her eyes got hard and angry “Did he do something?” She said it so loudly that the guys turned around and looked at us. She then looked at them and shouted
“What?” and then turned back to me.
My eyes brimming with tears “Drop it Roxi.” I hissed behind my glass.
Both girls no longer brought up the subject and we continued the evening celebrating Kaci’s new venture; wishing her all the success in the world. The dj commented on a rewind mix he wanted to play and we all screamed yes, Missy Elliot’s One Minute Man began playing making Roxi go wild.
“I love this song we need to dance like NOW!” She pulled me and Kaci off our seats and we proceeded to dance in front of our table. Peter and Jaks made sure we had plenty of space by pushing everyone back a little.
We started to dance to the old school beats; it was just what I needed. I jumped onto our table and began to dance swinging and gyrating my hips. Roxi started to scream out and we all started to sing the song, I lowered myself and passed the girls their glasses and we cheered clinking out glasses together.
After a few minutes of listening to another Missy track Roxi disappeared when she came back she was laughing to herself. I looked at her still half crouched on the table.
“What is it?” I asked trying to catch my breath.
“Remember that song I was telling you about a few days ago, you know the one when we were kids?” She started.
“You didn’t?” I half smiled.
“Didn’t what?” asked Kaci.
“You’ll see” Roxi shouted over the music, a second after the Missy track ended, I could hear the all familiar beat of my childhood coming through the speakers of the bar. I had to be about six or seven when it came out maybe even younger, “don’t want no short dick man…”
I started to laugh, Kaci almost doubled over and we began to dance and sing the lyrics. I stood up on the table and just let myself go, singing and dancing.
Towards the end of the song I could feel a set of eyes burn through me, I stopped what I was doing and looked around the club. I could see Lukas with Erik at the end of the bar. Everyone around him was dancing. Girls were trying to gain his attention but he didn’t bother to notice, he stood still like a statue his eyes fixated on me. “Fuck me” I said to myself, I didn’t realize how affected I would be by seeing him. I lowered myself down, not wanting him to see me and for the first time I was thankful that there was a crowd around me.
I pulled Kaci to the side, “I need to leave!” I bellowed.
“Why?” She asked concerned that something had happened.
“Don’t ask, I’ll explain later, just please don’t be mad, just tell Roxi I went to the bathroom, or else she’ll make a scene.” I pleaded.
I took out a hundred dollars and gave it to her to pay for the bottle. “Okay go.” She nudged her head, Kaci was not to please with me right now but I’d make it up to her.
I jumped off the table only when I saw Roxi was preoccupied with her other friends. I kissed Kaci and apologized again. I swallowed hard and began to make my way through the club.
I pulled a bus boy to the side and asked him where the back door was, he told me he’d lead me to it. Thank god for bus boys and me offering a great tip helped too. I took a deep breath knowing I needed to face my phobia of the crowd around me, but right now Lukas was my biggest fear. I pushed through and gave the bus boy a twenty for his efforts. He pushed the door open for me; the rush of air hit me straight on. I felt like I could finally breathe. I instinctively turned when I heard my name being called from behind me. I turned away rushing through the door into the alley.
I walked through to the alley but the idea of him catching up to me made me feel nervous, so I began running. Thank god the bar was next to a busy street, as I turned the corner I could hear him screaming my name. I leaned against the building, taking in a deep breath; my heart beating a mile a minute.
Once I felt calm enough I pushed myself off the wall and began to walk. It was Friday night and St. Laurent Street was known as party central with its clubs and bars that lined the numerous blocks. I hugged myself keeping my arms tight to my body as I walked though the crowded partygoers. The streets were crammed with dancing girls, drunks and bouncers trying to keep the ‘undesirables’ out.
I thought I could walk through but I couldn’t my phobia was to overwhelming right now. I flagged a cab down and as I opened the door, I felt my arm being pulled from behind me. Lukas was out of breath, panting, he reached over me and closed the door. The cabby left me with Hurricane Lukas. Thanks a lot asshole.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He roared at me, people around us moved away to give us space. He wore a black almost sheer V-neck t-shirt the v dipped low almost passed his large pecks his silver chain still concealed, white washed black jeans hugged his firm butt and thick thighs, the image was complete when I saw his combat boots. Why did he have to look so good right now?