Her Revenge

Chapter 22 - Clubbing, again

The atmosphere of the club around me is in intoxicating. It's an open invitation into the world of sin to the both the average dweller and the most dangerous man on earth. The music, the perfect mixture between sexy and catchy. The dancers on the stage, sultry and lustrous. The distinct smell of a mixture between alcohol and weed. The entire environment being all too compelling for a night of bad decisions. And tonight I might just feel like making some. Who knows?

Walking towards the crowded bar with a mixture of men who are old enough to be my father's grandfather with women most likely younger than me, I order a round of shots. Whilst waiting for them to arrive a hand comes to rest on my shoulder. Instinctively, I grab it, twisting it around, almost to its breaking point. I only turn around when I hear their exclamations and curses of pain. 

With their face contorted into an expression of pain is Ace and I scoff releasing the grip that I had on his hand, seeing an instant look of relief take over his face. 

"Owwww", he cries almost sounding like a literal child, rubbing his hand, "That really fucking hurt"

Taking one of the shots in front of me, I down it before replying, "You only did that to yourself, stop whining"

"Yeah but that wasn't nice, not at all", he continues to act like a 4 year old. 

Who would have thought that one of the top soldiers in the American Mafia would be so immature and childlike? Definitely not me. 

"Ace, it's literally fine, stop being a child", I scold. 

What he does in return, further solidifying my comparison of his actions to one of a child's, he crosses his arms over his chest, lip pursing out into a pout, "I am not a kid! I will leave you all alone here to deal with being a third wheel". 

Rolling my eyes, I place my hand on his lower arm and squeeze, "Okay, okay. I'm sorry Ace, you aren't a kid, I promise" 

He nods quickly before answering, "Good, any way, what does a guy have to do around here to get a drink, Jesus! Bartender!" 

You might be wondering, who I might be third wheeling. Well the couple in question isn't really officially a couple per se, but are pretty much the equivalent. After my recent succession into the role as the leader of the American Mafia, Nik decided that he would hang around New York for a little while longer, and his, whatever she is to him - Lucy - decided that she would come down to visit, for how long, I have no clue. But they decided that we should all go out tonight and I knew that the entire time they would just be sucking face, so I invited Ace, and from the moment I invited him, I regretted it. Why, well here's how it went down: 

Me, leaving my office, reading the message of an invitation that was more like a demand to going out tonight with Nik and Lucy. 

Ace, seeing me and deciding that he would begin to annoy me, pestering me about the most random things, like why I would get rid of my natural blonde, and, other random shit that I tuned out. 

Me, remembering the last time we went out as a group. 

Ace, continuing yapping about his new favourite TV show that he is obsessed with. 

Me, seeing an opportunity, and asking Ace if he wants to go out. 

Ace, acting all cocky. 

Me, getting pissed off. 

Ace, apologises and claiming, "You don't need to beg girlie, of course I will go out with you, but you gotta give me some time to put my make up, Papi wants to pull some tonight"

Me, walking away fake, almost real gagging. 

And that leads us to the present time. Where I was completely right about me becoming a third wheel and being left behind. On the dance floor are Nik and Lucy who look like they are practically fucking right there, heavily making out while they dance on one another. Shaking my head, I draw my attention back to my shots, before downing the three that are left on the counter.