Set in stone

[RealisticFantasy]

The entire ordeal was making Nicole a bit nauseous. Sure, she knew Nate was a pretentious asshole but she didn't know that he was a pretentious asshole to this extent. Even worse, girls were lining up to be a part of it. Those poor things probably had no idea what they were in for. A couple of drinks and they would end up in bed with him. Only if they were 'his pick,' of course. She scoffs out loud, glancing back at Nate as he walks to the bar with his buddy. That was another thing. It seemed like Nate surrounded himself with pretentious assholes as well who thought they could put their hands of a girl they just met.


Running a hand through her hair, she examines the scene around her. As expected, you could hardly hear anything over the blaring music or see anything through the intermittently flashing lights of various colors. The entire room smelled of alcohol and desperation which made her begin to wonder why she had started to miss places like this in the first place. The crowd had filled in the space left behind from Nate's beeline for the bar, already back to bouncing and bumping to the music. Nicole pushes her way through the shadowy mass of bodies, heading for the bar herself, when she got pulled back by someone wrapping their arms around her waist.


The man's forehead shimmers slightly, his sweat catching some of the light, and he keeps licking his lips. Someone must have told him it was attractive once. He wasn't that terrible looking and on a better night, Nicole might have danced with her. Even if it was only just for a bit. But the way he kept staring at her and trying to maintain eye contact was just downright creepy. Nicole lets out a laugh, pushing the blonde away from her. "I'm not nearly drunk for this. I might not be drunk enough ever." Luckily for the man's self esteem, the music muffles her words and before he could ask what she said, she was already gone.


The crowd at the bar hardly seemed at better than the dance floor. She could barely make it out, save for the illuminated wall of alcohol that stood behind it. Channeling her inner bar crawled, she pushes her way through the crowd as if she were someone important. After all, she was someone important. These people just weren't aware of it. Nicole had a history of dispersing crowds to get a drink for herself and her friends but those days had long since past. This particular venture took a little longer than most before the crowd finally compiled and eased away enough for her to slip in. Leaning over the bar a bit and making an effortless gesture brought the bartender over. It was all in your attitude. You had to act important to be treated like you were.


She slides her card over the counter with a soft smile. "Open a tab for me, would you? I have an aching feeling I'll be drinking a lot. Oh, and mix me up something sweet that get me wasted, s'il vous plaît." The bartender returns the smile with a nod and walks off with her card. Nicole found herself checking him out as he does before shaking herself from it. Was it really that easy to recede into her old self? Recently, she had been trying to be a better person and that included avoiding the club scene for a while. But she figured it was like a drug. No matter how toxic it was for you, you just couldn't let it go. Especially when the people treated you like royalty. The bartender returns with her drink and her card a few short moments later. She takes both with a thank you, ensuring him she'd be back in a short while.


Nicole pulls away from the bar, holding in drink in her right hand as she slips her card back into her purse with her left. She slips the frozen drink idly, scanning the room yet again. The choice of women seemed much more varied than the choice of men among the group. The men mainly consisted of the egotistical type that you could just tell were compensating. She had no intention of getting near any of them until she was at least three or four drinks in. Finishing off her second scrutinization, she finishes off her first drink. She heads back to the bar to get her second so that she could begin considering dancing.

 

[shygirl3]

1...2.......5. Five, Nate was up to five shots. But something was ruining his buzz. Justin just stared at Nate's unamused, blank stare. "Dude, what's wrong with you?!" Justin tried to yell over the music, but it was pretty unsuccessful due to the volume. Like any perfect wingman would do, Justin signaled for two girls to come over. He took one girl, leaving the blonde for Nate like any good friend would, and the other took Nate's hand, pulling him towards the dance floor. The leggy blonde, who could have easily been a Victoria Secret model draped her arms around Nate's neck and began to dance, keeping her body firmly pressed up against him. However, Nate's response wasn't a favorable one and quite unusual for him. He loosely placed a hand on her hip and kept the other at his side, not even looking at her, rocking a bit from side to side. The song didn't even finish and he leaned over and spoke into the girl's ear before leaving the dance floor, alone, and walking back up to the VIP seating.


There Nate was greeted with a drink which he sipped. Something was ruining his night, but he couldn't put his finger on it. This was his 4th Jack and coke, and he had taken 5 shots...he should be feeling something. He leaned back on the couch watching the crowd dance, why did he even like this sort of scene? It was hot, everyone is drunk and sweaty, it's loud, and the lights give you a headache. He spotted his dancing companion, who he normally would've been making out with by now, and she didn't seem all that upset about his departure. She was already grinding up on another guy. She would've been the perfect girl to have a one night stand with.


He sat on the couch sipping his drink, even that began to taste bitter to him. This whole night was going to shit. He stood up, running his hand through his hair with a troubled expression on his face. Nate needed to make out with a girl, and quick. He made his way downstairs and grabbed the first girl's arm that he saw and pressed his lips to hers. Nothing. Zero. Nada. Nate felt as if he was losing his mojo. He continued from girl to girl just kissing whoever he laid eyes on. The longer he spent in the sweaty mob, with the noise and the lights he was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol. Unfortunately, he was not feeling his mojo. Okay, Nate. You get one last chance. The next girl you kiss is your last for the night, either you sleep with her or no one.


Nate spotted a girl and began walking up from behind her. The first step he took, he stumbled slightly but regained composure and sauntered over to the lovely lady. He took the drink from her hand, placing it on the bar and quickly and smoothly wrapping his arms around her and bringing her down into a dip, giving her a long, sensual kiss. This kiss contained a slight hint of desperation, on almost a primal level. He was in total control, his game was back. His eyes fluttered opened and he nearly dropped the girl in his arms when his eyes focused on her face. "Shit." he said with wide eyes of disbelief. Nate immediately let go of her creating plenty of distance between them. "Awwww" two familiar voices called out. Nate glanced over to find Justin and Rebecca standing there. "W-what? Wait...no. I-I...I'm drunk!" he exclaimed trying to justify his actions. Nate ran a hand through his hair and turned and stormed up to the VIP section. Rebecca grinned at Nicole, "you guys are so adorable!" she exclaimed. Justin chuckled looking at Nicole, "so when's the wedding again?" he asked with a smirk.

 

[RealisticFantasy]

The kiss was... enjoyable. That was incredibly strange, considering the source. Before she had a chance to speak a word, Nate had run off to the VIP section. As if she couldn't get in there! She was the most important person here. They should have an MIP section just for her. The thought elicits a giggle from her before her attention is refocused to Justin and Rebecca. "What're you doin' here?" She shouts at Rebecca over the music, her words slurring a bit. Back in the day, a drink and a half wouldn't have affected her at all. But it had been a few years since 'the day' and excessive drinking hadn't been in her publicist-approved itinerary.


Without waiting for Rebecca to give her answer, Nicole starts shouting again. "Ne'ermind. I gotta go talk to the one... with the poofy hair. Be good, don't drink." Nicole pats Rebecca on the head as she walks past, leaving behind the half-full drink on the bar. She stumbles slightly in her black stilettos, avoiding advances from the testosterone-jacked males on dance floor. The VIP area was sectioned off with velvet ropes and a pair of muscular bodyguards. The pair glare down at her and she ignores them, trying to slip by with a "'Scuse me." A strong pair of arms displaces her back in front of the pair of men. "I gotta talk to the Queen!" She shouts at them which causes the one that blocked her path to crack a smile. The other remains silent with his arms, crossed over his chest.


Narrowing her eyes, she looks from one to the other before digging through her purse. She holds up a pair of hundred dollar bills with a triumphant grin. "This'll do it?" The pair look to each other with a small nod before taking a bill each. The silent one lifts the rope and Nicole slips through with a mumbled thanks. Glancing around, her gaze falls on Nate and she stumbles over to him. "You kissed me!" She pokes him in the chest when she says this. "Why'd ya do tha'?" She wasn't entirely certain of what she was trying to accomplish by asking him but it seemed like the right thing to do.


But again her drunken attention span got the best of her. "Ya know wha'? I don' care. I wanna dance. You wanna dance? With me, I mean. Not all alone. Or with some other whore here." Her expression remains serious for only a moment before it flickers into poorly contained laughter. The word 'whore' was suddenly very amusing to her. When she manages to recollect herself, she was overtaken by concern for the location of her drink and looks around confusedly. "Where'd I put my drink? I need tha'..."

 

[shygirl3]

Nate turned only to be poked in the chest, by a clearly intoxicated Nicole. He was drunk, but he could clearly handle is alcohol a lot better than she could. At first he was confused about how she got in, but shrugged it off due to the surprise that she asked him to dance. He raised an eyebrow as she asked for another drink, "you could barely make it to me without stumbling. What makes you think you could handle another drink?" he commented. He thought momentarily again, "actually, what makes you think you could dance when you can barely walk." he added. She was the last person, besides his sister, that he would dance with in this club.


Shortly, Justin and Rebecca made their way up to the vip section. Nate stared displeased at Rebecca, "how the hell did you get in here?" She smiled over at Justin, "he let me in." Nate glared at his friend, "really? She's 18..." Nate groaned. Justin smirked "don't worry the bartenders won't serve her anything besides soda or those cute little shirley temple drinks." Rebecca smiled "yeah, come on Nate. I just want to dance." she said wiggling a little. Nate was in full big brother mode, "Not in that you're not. Beccs, you're dressed like a hooker. I have t-shirts longer than that dress." She pouted and her lip quivered, "I just wanted to come have fun with you three." Justin looked from Rebecca to Nate, he had been Nate's friend for so long that Rebecca had been like a little sister to him too. Rebecca has had the biggest crush on Justin since she turned 13, but knows it'll never happened. Justin pulled Nate aside "let her have fun, I'll dance with her the entire night that way I can keep an eye on her." Nate sighed, "fine, you can stay but you're not to leave Justin's sight. When I leave you come with me. Understood?" Rebecca nodded and smiled, jumping around. "Oh thank you Nate!" she exclaimed hugging him. She took Justin's hand and practically ran to the dance floor.


Nate remembered Nicole's drunken request. "Oh right...you wanted to dance too..." He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, he had a feeling sober Nicole would never ask him to dance. She had made it very clear that she does not like him at all. He sighed, "Look, you're clearly not in your right mind. I would hate for you to regret anything. So maybe we should just go our separate ways like we intended." He said, occasionally glancing out to the dance floor, keeping an eye on his sister. "That kiss was a mistake, it didn't mean anything. It was just a sloppy drunk kiss that was a huge mistake." Nate added. It wasn't entirely true, but he didn't want her to think that it meant anything to him because it didn't mean anything to him...right?


He began to think a little more and if he wasn't dancing with her, he'd be sitting up in the vip section by himself just drinking. Nate raised a hand as a waiter brought both him and her a drink. "Screw it, it doesn't count if we're drunk right?" he said as he downed his drink. He grabbed her arm and brought her to the dance floor, pulling her close. Nate was a pretty good dancer. He remembered when he and Rebecca were younger and had to go to boring business events with their parents, she would always feel left out because all the couples would be dancing so he's always asked her to dance. He had a soft spot for his baby sister.