Nice To Meet Ya
ଘ ANGÉLIQUE BLANC ଓ
Agreeing to going out with Cora and Kai was the worst idea, ever. Now, here I stand before my open closet trying to figure out what to wear to a club, a place I've never been to before.
Finally I decided on a pink flannel skirt and a white with fur trim spaghetti straps tight shirt and thigh high white socks with two pink stripes on the top and some pink combat boots.
I went over to my vanity and started putting on light makeup, of course I did the basics first and light pink with glitter for eyeshadow and some blush and highlighter and pink clear lipgloss. I looked at my hair and decided to curl it softly and leave it simple.
"Are you ready?" Cora came into my room without knocking.
"You know I hate when you do that," I pouted.
"Oh shut up and let's go!" She smiled excitedly squealing.
I just nodded and followed her out of our apartment to go to Kai's car who's waiting for us.
"Yo, Angel, you look good." Kia said as we climbed in, me in the backseat and Cora in the passenger seat.
"Thanks, Kai," I smiled and looked out of the window at the passing cars kicking my feet softly humming along with the music that was playing.
We finally arrived at the club which had the name Golden Devils in a bright yellow light to make it seem gold and with devil horns on the G and a devil tail at the end of the word Devil in a red light.
My heart speed up seeing so many people who were standing outside. Cora grabbed my hand and dragged me inside—we didn't have to wait as she already knew the bouncer upfront.
Once we were inside Caro dragged me—again—up to the bar with Kai following behind.
"What would you ladies like?" The bartender asked as we sat on the barstool.
"I'll have a martini, please," An overly excited Cora said.
"And you, Miss," He turned to me.
"Oh, no thank you, I'm good," I said softly smiling at him.
I don't drink, never have. I don't like the idea of it or the way it makes people feel and/or behave.
"Oh come on, just this once. Please," Cora begged with puppy eyes.
"You know that doesn't work on me." I shook my head at her. "The answer's still no," I said firmly.
I sat there looking around at the sweaty people dancing on the dance floor or kissing in the corner, but something—more like someone—caught my eye. A man sat in the corner in a booth, he looked so lonely I wanted to go over and comfort him.
As I was about to do just that a woman walked up to him, what she wore left nothing to the imagination but I don't like judging people based on what they wore. She smiled at him in a weird way and he looked mad, like he couldn't even stand her presence and looked like he was telling her off but she didn't seem to be listing.
His electric blue eyes snaped up meeting my boring light brown ones. I stared wide eyed at him, like I was stuck in a trance of some sort. His look was so intense burning through my every core making me feel things I didn't know one could.
The weird force between us was broken when Cora got off the bar stool and stood in front of me, forcing me to look at her.
"Lets go," she signaled to the dance floor with her head. I only shook mine in answer. "No, none of that crap. You are getting that cute little ass up from this bar stool and off to the dance floor with me." Her tone leaving no room for argument.
"Ugh, fine," I groaned not wanting to get up but decided to do so anyway. Today is —Angel doing things she's never done before and probably never will again—day.
We got on the dance floor with Kai as well and started dancing like we had no care in the world. The music then changed into something more sexual and people started grinding and kissing one another.
"I think I've had enough," I whispered to Kai pulling him down so he could hear me.
"It's not that bad, Angel," He said grabbing my waist staring to grind on me, an uncomfortable feeling washed over me.
"No, Kai, let me go," I said weakly pushing at his chest as I felt like I couldn't breath and black dots creeping at my vision.
Anxiety attack. I was about to have an anxiety attack. Tears gathered in my eyes as I tried harder to stop it but it was of no use.
Suddenly I felt a presence behind me. A heavily tattooed arm wrapped around my waist pulling me away from Kai and into their chest.
"Leave." A deep voice came from the person who held me. His voice brought shivers down my spine and warmth spreading all over my body and butterflies going off in my stomach.
"No I won't she's my friend!" Kai yelled at the man behind me, who I still have yet to seen. "Come on, Angel let's go," He said grabbing my hand making me flinch.
"She doesn't want to." The man said again firmly and wrapped his arm tightly around me as he felt me flinch and grabbed my hand freeing it from Kai's grip.
"Angel, seriously come on," Kai said glaring at me.
I shook my head pushing my body more into the man standing behind seeking comfort. I've never seen Kai like this and he was scaring me. I did not like it one bit.
"Fine!" Kai huffed throwing his hands in the air and walked away.
"You alright?" The man behind me asked.
"Yes I am, thank you," I thanked him and finally turned around and saw the man that was staring at me from across the bar.
My eyes widened as I took a closer look at him now that he stood in front of me. His long dirty blond hair messy as if he had been running his hands through it all day long, his beard nice and tamed, his electric blue eyes staring into my soul.
"I'm glad you are," He said softly, bringing his big tattooed hand up and touched my cheek softly. "I'm Satan," He introduced himself.
I giggled softly at that.
"What's so funny, baby?" He asked confused, one of his eyebrows raised. He looked adorable.
"I was laughing at the irony of our names," I chuckled lightly. "I'm Angélique Blanc, but people just call me Angel." I said clarifying why I found it funny.
"I see," He laughed. His deep laugh brought butterflies to my stomach and a blush to my cheeks. "Beautiful," He said touching my now red hot cheeks.
"Well, nice to meet ya, Satan." I smiled at him.