Jamila Barlowe,
A young art curator embarks on her journey across the Middle East. Walking into something that was bound to happen sooner or later is this what they call fate or just bad luck only time will tell .....
I've been here for almost a week wandering around but I finally ended up asking the employee what are some good clubbing spots. I feel so bad for bothering her
Oh, and I learned her name it's Amina. She's the same age as me. I search through my suitcase trying to figure out what I'm going to wear because I never know
I settle with a black mini dress but bring a sheer cover-up with me to wear while I'm on the street.
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I get a text saying my Uber is here so I rushed out of my room. Amina said the place was like a lounge or something like that so let's hope I'm not overdressed or underdressed. That would be embarrassing
"Thank you," I say while getting out of the Uber. She waves her hand. I close the door, and begin to head in instantly. I'm taken back by all of the smoke a bitch can't even breathe. Damn, I open the second door and immediately head to the bar.
I didn't come here for anything hard I just wanted a fun night.
A man with visible facial hair and the loudest cologne instantly making my nose tense up and twitch. He sits directly next to me despite the fact that there are PLENTY of other seats here
The bartender hands me my cranberry juice and I just mind my business. I can feel his gaze burning a hole into the side of my body but I'm going to imagine he's not here.
The DJ switches the genre to rap but it was all in Arabic to be expected. But whatever song this is they are going hard. I order another cranberry and this time the guy finally speaks up making me jump from the sudden sound
"It didn't mean to scare you." He says with his eyes still glued to me. I give him a slight smile but don't say anything.
"It's good that your not drinking or smoking it's not very ladylike to do that, especially with what you're wearing." I took my eyes knowing no good would come from me responding to him. He scoffs and downs the alcohol in his cup.
"Of course, you're one of those stuck-up bitches who can even respond back to a man when he's speaking to you." I finish the rest of my cranberry juice and get up from the stool. I hand over the money to the bartender and go to walk away but this disgusting excuse of a man grabs my hand.
"Oh, you're gonna move onto another guy and whore yourself out?" He says aggressively. Without even thinking I turn around and deck him right in the nose making him stumble back.
"You're gonna fucking get it bitch." He smirks while holding his nose, damn Jamila, second day here and you are already trying to get deported. He lunges at me but I quickly move out of the way seeing how he's drunk. His reflexes will be slower. Just as he's about to charge again someone punches him immediately knocking him out.
You know I thought brawls only happened in movies but I was wrong. The guy who punched the pig on the floor grabbed my hand and dragged me out making sure I don't get pulled into the mix of something that could have been prevented
