Pierce
Chapter 3 – The Tipsy
I could feel the loudest of the noise at the club where I went for a couple of hours ago. The beat of the music sounds simultaneously with my heart’s slow rhythm. Every thud sends a massive vibration and it gives me a lot of energy to sway back and forth. It’s making me high as I join it with my head like slightly banging. I’m not a party goer but this scenario is one of my favourite. It makes me feel new and chilling.
Aura is one of the most popular disco clubs here in the city. A couple of VIP from different sectors of the government goes around and comes around here, every time a huge celebration was held. You can’t exactly point out whose good or bad in Politics as long as you’re “befriends” with them, you’re in here. Everyone is invited, but a big BUT always clings. An orange glow in the dark bracelet is worn all throughout the party and it must be destroyed after. It can’t be availed easily and a lot of money is needed to purchase one. Lawrence had given us the way in how to access this bracelet as he introduces us to his team. The owner must be a good friend of him. I think his name is Leon Fernandez. I don’t know the truth behind it but that’s how this club works. So basically it can be called as a sort of a key for entrance.
The DJ, his name is Robin. He waves a hand on me when I made my entrance in the main deck and I return his acknowledgement by doing the same. He checks the sound of his small lapel, and spoke, “Let’s give a loud noise to one of my best mates, Gwyn Horan!!!” The spot light moves on my direction and everyone in the crowd shouts loud as they can. I don’t know what is the significant calling for my name and many people in the crowd shouts even louder. I know my father was really a known businessman for a long time ago and me on the other hand has nothing to share yet. I just nod at them and everyone goes back to their monkey business. The party here never ends until everyone hits their euphoric state. If I know their drinks here are coupled with a small amount of ecstasy. Small but way too strong.
It’s only past 9 when I started this liquor session on my own. This is the first time I went drinking without my two best mates, Adam and Lawrence. I don’t know why I didn’t invite them to come and hang around with me, but I will try to tell them the next time. They might have missed me so much since I haven’t come with them for a couple of times before when they call me. I don’t feel coming here for the past few months and I think I was a little bit tired of going out then because since college started, every night we had has the weirdest experience I have for myself and I can’t forget them because they’re the reason why I kind of do those things, they are with me. And one for all and all for one is our motto. Girls everywhere, drinks spill and tons of drugs had overcome to my senses. I know it’s wrong but the addiction never fades, until we’ve been caught up.
I love the dark ambiance of the club. I can only see the moving colored lights hanging above about 20 feet from the hard ground. The orange bracelets looks good in the dark as it was the only one you can see when you take your turns. The second floor seems as fully booked as all of them are filled with loud hormonal people getting done with their business here. It sounds exciting and fun but no fun for me tonight. The problem will be a problem unless I find a really good solution to solve it. And as of now, I might drink all liquors here all by myself.
I look at my wrist watch and it says 10:05 pm already. Woah, I didn’t notice how time flies so fast here. I ordered a couple of different drinks from earlier and now I’m on my 13th shot glass. I normally go on with only 5 and knowing that I had been in a “stop drinking promises” and whatsoever for a couple of months ago, my alcohol tolerance really went low. My dad doesn’t know about it, well I’m a grown man and not some daddy’s boy who hides his back whenever trouble comes. I don’t understand why of all things to be done for getting my problems solve, this one is the first option I had on my mind for the first hour. If I know, I’m already sleeping on the ground with those effects of the hard drinks I attacked from earlier. I could feel the numbness of my bum just by sitting here for almost an hour with no one to talk to.
“Sir, are you okay?” a soft feminine voice appeared. My gaze transferred to her and that’s when I realized that my vision started to blur. I know the toxic effects of this liquor must have taken its consequence the moment I have taken my 6th shot glass but for now it seems to take the 13th instead.
“Yeah, What’s your name Miss Beautiful?” I sincerely cooed with a wide grin on my face. I know if I’m on my normal state, I’ll be quiet shy here sitting and just staring on the people’s immoral acts while dancing as they say and if I know they’re already having a dry sex. I’m sitting on the counter side of the club. My back was facing on the stage where DJ Robin was. I feel like a crazy man when I said that she’s beautiful. Well that’s what came out of my mouth, so be it.
She’s standing on the opposite of the bar. Looks like we have a girl bartender here. She’s wearing same waiter uniform like the others guys, but a ton of make-up was painted all over her pale face. My blurry sight must be in a mistake.
“Umm, sorry sir but we are not allowed to just give our names.” What? Who the heck said that? Was it there on the rules or anything? That’s a kind of shit.
“It’s only a name. You can have any, babe.” I pushed her to give me one. Her expression of hesitation is evident. She is cleaning a small shot glass on her hand with a dry towel. Some other might me flirty with me right now, but she’s intimidated by me.
“Well, my name is Mackenzie and sir we will not be giving you any more shots. You consumed already 3 liters of shark attack.” she plainly answered. Another question popped out of my head, and who does she think she is to command me? What the fuck, if I know, when your already in here, the drinks are unlimited.
“Nobody will say no to me if I tell them what I want. The drinks here are unlimited I want a drink and you are obliged to give me one.” the hoarseness in my voice is evident due to the cold alcohol that had flown on my throat times ago. My voice went exaggeratedly loud that it made her jump.
“What’s going on here?” Another girl joins us. She was wearing the same uniform as hers.
“Hey Miss Beautiful, can you drink with me?” I asked her, well my shameful side is nowhere to be found and the Gwyn here now is the wild one. I wanted a distraction.
The two talks for a moment and that Mackie girl was gone away. Whatever her name is.
The girl stood up in front of me and it made me realize how beautiful she is. My blur vision changes and I can see it in her eyes how beautiful it was. Her pinkish plump lips moves biting her lower lip and it make her even sexier. She had this long wavy bright blonde just reach half of her back.
“I’m so sorry to bother you sir, but it’s the club’s rule.” she softly spoke. The concern on her voice is evident. I only focus myself on her moving lips. I wanted to kiss her, my subconscious speaks.
“Oh, okay.” It’s the only words that had left my mouth. I was kind of frustrated to what she had said, I want to drink and feel my body unconsciously. I just wanted to feel the numbness of being a problematic man. And this drinking was my only chance to forget it even once in awhile.
She eyed me to follow her. But as I take my step down my chair, I slightly trip on my foot and I fell on the ground. The high chair is really not conducive to be sat by a drunken man. I laughed hard myself causing her to turn her back and went on her knees to check on me.
“Hey, Are you okay?” her concerned face again flashed in front of me.
“Why does everyone ask me if I’m okay? Sure I’m perfectly fine. I just can’t believe I became this tipsy after not drinking for a long period of time.” I answered her. She hesitantly grabs my arm and swings it on her shoulders. She helped me to stand on my own feet while I was still laughing on my stunt. Even though I was towering in height than her, she strongly holds my hand while her other hand is pulling my belt on my side so that I will not fall again.
“By the way, where are we going?” I asked her. I’m still aware of everything, it was just my head that’s spinning.
“Taking you home.” she answered. Do bartenders do that to their customers?
“No, I’m not going home yet.” I answered her.
“Well, what will you do here? We can’t give you any more drinks and you can’t even dance with this state if you want to.” she answered me. She’s smiles and her smile slightly giggles.
“Why don’t we continue at my place?” I asked her. She has a point. A girl company will be a good one tonight since I can’t have the same ambiance at my house as here. Maybe this time I can have one tonight not mentioning what was really my purpose here. Not for a girl but for the drinks.
“Sounds fun.” she said. She let me hold on one of the chairs on the clubs counter as she swiftly takes off her black apron. I eyed her big boobies. This will be a very long good horny night.
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A/N: Guys this is the update for now. The next chapter will be on restricted rating, so read at your own risk. I recommend you to skip the next part if you don’t like series of mature content.
What do you think was his problem? Poor Gwyn can’t handle it.
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