I looked her over. It should be illegal to wear spandex anywhere let alone to a nightclub. Her royal blue dress scrunched up causing my fingers to itch wanting desperately to pull the slinky fabric down covering the parts no one wanted to see of her. She was a mess. Her hair disheveled and in knots and her makeup smeared across her sweaty face.
“Luckily I don’t know you.” I said as she poured the contents of her purse onto the vanity. She was frantically searching for something. I wanted to tell her to forget about putting lipstick on or whatever it was, she was looking for in her purse. It would so not help. Nothing would.
“You’re Rico’s girl.” She said still rummaging through her stuff. She might as well have brought a suitcase and ditched the clutch bag since she had stuffed it with so much shit. “I didn’t see him here tonight.”
I cocked my head to the side trying to place the girl’s face how she could possibly know my boyfriend? I definitely did not remember ever seeing her before. You remember a face like that it haunts the shit out you.
She grinned as she held up the little clear bag full of white powder. I hated this part. I hated being around drugs and these days they seemed to be everywhere. She opened a compact and with her, shaky hands pouring the contents of the baggie onto the mirror.
In my twenty-one years, I had never touched a drug. It wasn’t my thing. I never had the urge to try them always afraid that if I did I’d be the person who tried drugs one time and died of a heart attack on the spot. I didn’t get the point of getting high anyway. If your life was so, fucking bad that you needed to escape it, change it don’t abuse it. I watched as she bent her head and snorted the line off the mirror.
She sniffled a bit, looking up into the mirror checking her nostrils for any residue completely missing a spot of the white powder on the side of her nose. Her eyes met mine in the mirror and I tried to mask the horror my expression held as I looked at her. She smiled a halfhearted smile at me the poor soul that she was.
“Did you want some?” She asked. I shook my head quickly and she laughed. “That was a stupid question.”
I shook my head not able to find my voice. I’m sure when I look back on this I will kick myself for not telling her that she was a fucking idiot or maybe that if she wanted to ruin her life that was fine but I planned to live mine. I turned on my heel forgetting to ask how she knew Rico and why I hadn’t ever met her, I just wanted to get the hell out of the bathroom.
I’m a dick. Plain and simple. At least I own it though, right? That shit has to count for something. Nikki ran away from me claiming she had to go to the bathroom, but I think she escaped out the back door. After five minutes of waiting by the bar doing three shots by myself like the jerk that I am I decided to go look for her. Trying to find the bathrooms in this place was like trying to find a nun at a bachelorette party. A line of girls wrapped around the hallway leading to the ladies’ room. I scanned the line to see if Nikki was still on it, but she wasn’t which only resulted in these girls thinking I was checking them out. Normally I wouldn’t think twice about grabbing one of them off the line and taking her home with me but my dick was broken. That’s right broken. Nikki broke it and the crazy thing was that she didn’t even get a chance to encounter it. The bastard had a mind of its own though, working only when she was around. I leaned against the wall praying that Nikki would emerge from the bathroom sooner rather than later as I was ogled by the line of willing females. Sorry girls if my dick ever works again, I’ll be sure to come back for one of you maybe even two if the mood strikes.
I tried to divert my attention onto something else deciding the floor was a safe place to keep my eyes. There was something stuck to my shoe. I tried to kick it off, but it didn’t budge. I bent down to pull off the plastic attached to my shoe before rising to my full height. Thankful that it wasn’t a condom I turned it over in my hand to examine it. It was an empty plastic bag. The kind drug dealers use to disburse their product. This drug dealer seemed proud of his product even branded the baggie with a red “R” stamped onto it. I threw the bag back onto the floor, wiping my hand down the side of my pants.
Victor’s voice rang in my head reminding me how dead set against drugs in his club he was. I wondered how I was going to be able to prevent shit like this happening in Temptations. I lifted my head just as the door to the ladies’ room opened and Nikki emerged looking like she was ready to flee. I reached for her arm, causing her to turn and look up at me.
“Are you alright?” I asked, noticing how disturbed she looked.
“Yeah I’m fine.” She said, stepping closer to me. She leaned into my ear. “Can we get out of here?” She asked loud enough so that I could hear her over the bass that vibrated off the walls.