A/N: I have no idea about Alcoholic beverages or clubs. I tried my best, so excuse the wrong information if it is present (I did a lot of research).
Chapter Three
"Shit!... Ow... Fuck..." I mumble to myself, trying desperately to stand still while I apply eyeliner to the top of my lids.
No matter how many times you do it, it will always be a struggle.
"Hey Stila baby, are you almost done painting your face? It's 9:45. I said to be ready by 9:30!" Theo shouted to me from outside the bathroom door.
"Yeah, hold on. Let me just put some mascara and lipgloss on. I'll be out in two minutes!" I yell back to him, still trying very whole-heartedly to make my eyes pop.
"More like twenty," I hear Theo murmur.
If he wants to be like that, I'll make him wait thirty.
I finally finish putting on my makeup, which ends up being a dashing smokey eye and a subtle nude red lipstick.
I give my outfit one last glance over before exiting the bathroom. I'm wearing a Ted Baker black skater dress with my black Louboutin heels. For jewelry, I have sterling silver earrings and a Kendra Scott bracelet. To top it off, I'm carrying a monsoon handbag.
I must say, I do look hot. Hotter than usual, that is.
I step out of the bathroom and walk towards the living room. At the end of the hallway, I see Theo sitting on the couch with his phone in his hand, probably playing a game that doesn't require using your head, like Panda Pop.
I continue walking until I am in front of him, standing while he's sitting. He still doesn't notice me, proving to myself that he was indeed playing Panda Pop.
"Uhm. Hello. I'm right in front of your face." I say to him, snapping my fingers. He jumped and looked up at me, showing me his phone in the progress.
Oh, would you look at that? He won, the monkeys giving that evil frown, and I interrupted during the perfect time. Perfect timing is the key to anything.
"Sorry Stila, I was really invested," Theo says to me while standing up. He was wearing a black dress shirt, black dress pants, a black belt and black dress shoes. He was making his wide, gray eyes pop wide.
"I can tell. Are you ready to ditch this joint?" I say, grabbing some cash from my purse located on the kitchen table, You can never bring a credit card if you are going clubbing.
"Yes! I've already called an uber and they are..." Theo looks down at his phone. "Two minutes away!"
"Perfect! Where are we going first?"
"I was thinking we start out with Lavo. That way we can eat dinner before killing our liver," he said, while we walked out the door of our apartment building and went to the elevators.
"Sounds good. I'm craving a good burger anyway. Hopefully, my diarrhea doesn't come back," I say as we step into the elevator.
"That's not something you should say to even me. I get that I'm your best friend and all, but please save the potty talk for the toilet. Have your conversations with the little marble fixture. I'm sure it'll listen without interrupting you," he says to me as we ride down to the first-floor lobby, located 30 floors below our apartment.
"Anyone or anything would be a better listener than you," I replied. We got off the elevator and walked outside, where our awaiting Uber was.
"Have a good night Mr.Brookes and Ms.Banks. Be safe," the doorman, Frank, said to us,
"Thank you, Frank. You too. Go party hard!" Theo replies to him before scooting into the Uber, making room for me. I closed the door and buckled my seatbelt.
"Lavo, right guys?" Our Uber driver asked us, looking back. He looked like the taxi driver guy you would see in movies, with dark hair piling out of his hat, and a beard that had who knows stuck to it. His face was mildly greasy. I'd say he was middle-aged.
"Yes, that's right!" Theo replied, looking down at his phone to presumably play Panda Pop.
We rode in silence, arriving at Lavo 20 minutes later. It was already 10:25pm when we got there.
Theo and I stepped out of the car, only to be greeted by a long line.
"Well great. We'll be 30 by the time were in. I want to live out those extra 6 years." I said to Theo.
"Have you forgotten I'm a model?" He says, smirking.
I just shrugged and followed him. He led the way, going past the line and up to the bouncer who was blocking people out.
"Hey Mark! How was Florida?" Theo asks the big guy.
When I say big guy, I really do mean it.
"Oh, it was amazing! Being in the sun with my family was great, and not having to block sluts away from entering this place was heaven...." They kept talking while I studied Mark.
Marks head was all shaved, tattoos covering the baldness. His face remained angry looking until Theo talked to him and then he smiled. His shoulders were broad and looked big in his t-shirt. His biceps were visible, and they were huge. His pecs and abs were evident underneath his shirt. I guessed he was a solid 6'4", with his long legs and an even longer upper half.
Theo was snapping his fingers in front of my face, making me realize I was staring at Mark. "Stila, c'mon. He said we can go in."
"Oh, right," I said, feeling my cheeks turn red with embarrassment.
We walked in and immediately went to the bar to order food and drinks. I ordered my burger, of course, and deciding to start my drinking game now, ordering a classic perfect Martini.
Theo also ordered a burger and just a plain beer. We got our food, ate, and began drinking more.
After 4 more Martini's, I wanted to dance, and so did Theo. He led the way to the dance floor where we danced our butts off.
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2 ½ hours later, Theo and I had gone to Lavo, Marquee, and Output. We were now at the Avenue nightclub while Theo used his charms a 4th time that night to get us in and escape the line of drunken partiers who were desperate to come in.
Immediately, I went to the bar and sat down, trying to get the bartender's attention.
I felt a presence take the seat next to me. Looking over, I was greeted with Clyde Lyles wonderful, alluring blue eyes. Instead of looking away, like I normally would have done, the alcohol made me smile and actually talk to him.
"Helloo Clyde Lyles. You know, you really pissed off my boss. He made my day a living nightmare because of you. I should be so mad at you, because hello! It's your fault I got diarrhea and it's your fault-" I cut myself off, and looked away from him. Did I actually say that to him? Oh god, help me.
I just told Clyde fucking Lyles that I had diarrhea. Fantastic.
I looked back over at him and could see that he was trying to hide his laugh but failed. He burst out laughing, much to my displeasure.
When he finally calmed down, he smiled at me. "How about I repay you by buying you a drink?"
I instantly said yes because $7 dollars wouldn't budget him as it would me.
The bartender came over and asked us what we would like to drink, Before I could reply, Clyde ordered a Long Island Iced tea for me and a Gin and Tonic for himself.
I couldn't seem to care, though. The drinks I had earlier were really starting to work themselves deeper in my system.
Clyde and I got our drinks, and we sat at the bar and talked for a while. A while meaning like an hour. It was almost 1 in the morning, but luckily tomorrow, or maybe today, was Saturday so I didn't have to work.
That's the only good thing about this job besides the money. Craig liked his weekends.
After both of us finished another alcoholic drink, Clyde stood up.
He extended his hand and asked me, "Would you like to dance?"
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Another Chapter Finished!
Yay!
Just in case anyone is confused, both Theo and Stila are 24 years old and Clyde is 28 years old. If there is any more confusion, just comment and I promise I'll answer you. Immediately. Because I literally have no life off of Wattpad.
The outfits are purely for you to visualize what the character you have in your head is wearing.
And the music. I figured I love it by Icona Pop would be perfect background music for Stila and Clyde's talk.
Okay, that is all
Love you XOXO, Cooler_Than_You_101