From one proxy to another proxy [Ticcimask]

Chap. 18: What We Have Been Makes Us What We Are

Toby narrates 

Pink, purple, blue, were the neon lights of that dark place full of smoke, disgusting people, booze and half naked women dancing on the poles. 

My gaze was lost in the body of one of the dancer dancing in front of us. 

—That is not very feminist of you.

—I wasn't looking at her, i was just dissociating—i said as loud as i could, that music was going to make my eardrums explode. 

—Yeah, right... 

He raised his glass of whiskey and continued watching the show, dick.

I understand i'm stupid enough to been dragged into this again, but Hoodie? I can't understand how he convinced him.

There he was, sitting next to us and some strangers, with a stripper on top of him. She danced and he just watched. 

—He's struggling to keep his hands down—Masky said with his face close to my ear.

—I can't believe you convinced him... —i answered without take my eyes off Hoodie.

—He loves women—i could feel him moving away—, besides he was driving me insane with tasks, i hope a hookup keeps him relaxed for days.

The girl whispered something in his ear, Hoodie smiled and the left holding hands. 

—God heard my prayers, thank you! —he said looking up the ceiling and laughing.

—Masky...

—Oh, i ran out of whiskey—he said, looking at the empty glass and got up from the couch—. I'll be right back.

He went straight to the bar, the strangers sitting next to us were throwing dollars to the girls on the stage, i turned back a little, searching the bar with my eyes. I saw Masky talking to a stripper, really close, finally she kissed him and slowly lowered her hand until it reached his crotch. 

Gross. 

I got up quickly to go to the bathroom, i couldn't keep watching, i felt sick. As soon as i stood up, one of the strippers jumped on me, making me sit down again.

—Going somewhere, handsome?

Sitting on my lap, she placed her arms on my shoulders and played with the hair on the back of my neck.

The blue of her eyes got me mesmerized, i couldn't look away, i even felt peace. Maybe it was because of her undeniable beauty.

—I was going for a drink. 

—What you're drinking? —she tilted her head to the right, her straight black hair fell over her shoulders. She looks even more beautiful. 

—Anything.

—Tough night? 

—Something like that... —i smiled.

—It has something to do with this? 

She touched with the index the gauze on my face. My smile was fading slowly, i took my eyes off her for the first time. 

—May i see?

—I'd prefer not. 

—Come on, i won't laugh—in the blink of an eye she took the gauze off—. Oh, God...

Her smile, which had been pretending to be friendly just to get money, had disappeared. Her expression, on the other hand, had gone from disgust to fear, i was holding her arm and yelling at her. 

—Are you stupid?! I told you not to! 

—I'm sorry... you're hurting me! —her eyes were closed, she was expecting to get punched by me.

When i thought the huge men in black t-shirts approaching me were going to beat me up, i felt someone pulling me by the hood and taking me outside. 

—What's wrong with you, are you insane?!

He pushed me. 

—I wasn't gonna punch her. 

—Who the fuck cares?! They were ready to kill you! —he was yelling at me like a madman. 

—What the fuck do you care?! You're not my father! —i yelled him back. 

—Oh, you want me to be your father? Alright—he grabbed me by the clothes—, nobody gives a fuck about your wound so drop the complex. 

I swat his hand away and walked away.

—Well, you're the same in one way. He was also a fucking addict who loved hookers.  

—Rogers, come back. 

I refused and kept walking. 

Fuck this. I'm done.