I hadn't gone out in over a month.
My girlfriend of 3 years broke with me 6 weeks earlier and I hadn't taken it well. After other breakups, I had wanted to get out and meet people, to screw away the pain, but this one was different. I didn't want to eat, to talk to anyone, to function at all. Weeks passed and I wasted away in my bedroom, binge-watching netflix and getting stoned. Luckily, I have good friends, and eventually they noticed something was up and insisted we go downtown to get me out of the house. Reluctantly I agreed and set to trimming my beard, bathing myself, you know, the things people do when they are required to interact with others. My buddy picked me up around 9:00, and we went to his house to pregame.
I hadn't really considered the idea of getting laid, up until this point. After the breakup I had been depressed and my libido had fallen off considerably. But somewhere in the back of my mind the thought occurred that it might not be a bad idea to take some home tonight. I only had a few drinks at my friend's house, wanting to stay soberish before we got downtown. I brought a joint along and we lit up before calling an Uber to take us to a bar.
We stopped by a few of our usual spots before inevitably ending up at our favorite bar, a place with indoor and outdoor dance floors, 3 bars, and 2 DJs. My friends and I had some more drinks, talked, and eventually began dancing. The clock passed midnight, and the music began to pick up pace as the lasers started dancing along with us. Slowly, my friends and I were separated as the dance floor filled with bodies and the music intensified. I danced with a few girls briefly, before seeing an old friend moving through the crowd toward me. I greeted him and we exchanged pleasantries. I asked if he wanted to smoke a joint with me, which he did, so I lit another and we passed it around in the dark, crowded room. The girl in front of me turned around and we made eye contact; she had smelled the pot and wanted a hit. She was a few years older than me in her late 20's, tall and thin, with wide hips and long, brown hair. I thought she looked cute, so of course I passed her the joint. She finished it with my friend and I before backing against me with a slight grind. Apparently the weed made her want to dance, which was fortunate because it was having the same effect on me. We slowly swayed to the song, and then started moving a little faster as the DJ mixed in the next song.
"I'm Stephan, by the way." I told her, realizing I didn't know her name.
"Ari." was all she replied.
We continued dancing through one more song, when I asked if she wanted a drink. She said she would have whatever I got, and sent me to the bar. I stopped by the patio and smoked a cigarette before making my way to the bar. When I returned to the dance floor with our drinks, my new friend was nowhere to be seen. I didn't take it too hard, after all, now I had two drinks for myself. I started to look for the friends I came with when I saw Ari across the dancefloor, kissing another guy. Now, I've never been very territorial, when a girl sees someone she would rather dance with, I can't begrudge her if she does so. Even so, my gaze lingered as she pulled away from the kiss. I briefly caught a look at his face before I realized that she was looking right at me. I quickly looked down at my drink, embarrassed that I had been caught staring. As I stared at the melting ice cubes it occurred to me that the guy she was kissing looked a little like a slightly older me. Tall, fit, goofy haircut, and a neatly trimmed beard. I flashed my eyes up to get another look and saw her walking towards me. He looked on from behind.
She drew herself close to me and took one of the drinks as she whispered, "What took you so long? I got lonely."
"I see that." I chuckled.
She leaned in closer with a gleam in her eye. "Don't know know it's nice to share?"
My eyes widened as she kissed me on the cheek. I didn't respond, and she turned around, leaning her back into my chest as she began dancing again.
I am a fairly open minded guy and I have had my share of experience meeting girls downtown, and I was pretty stoned, so none of this phased me very much as we continued dancing. She ground her firm ass against my crotch and grabbed my hands and drew them to her hips. My eyes closed momentarily, caught up with dancing to the music, when I felt another set of hands come to rest on her hips. He was in front of her, facing me, dancing with her between us.
Now I got a closer look at him. He was quite handsome, obviously in good shape, and a few inches taller than me. He spoke.
"I'm Nick. I heard your name is Stephan"
"Oh did you?" I replied, slightly shocked. Catching myself, I ventured, "Nice to meet you."
Nothing more was said during the remainder of the song, or the next. We danced, sometimes her with me, sometimes her with him, and sometimes between both of us. She was very beautiful, with sharp cheekbones and green eyes. Finally, the song came to an end and he checked his watch.
"It's only 1:15." He said. "If we wanted to take this party somewhere else we still have plenty of time."
I thought he meant go to another club, since they only stayed open till 2:00. I looked around for the friends I came with. No sign of them.
"Ok, I'm down." I agreed as she took us both by the hand, and led us out of the bar.
We walked down the street a bit and I conversed with my new friends, mostly small talk about how much we liked the DJ or something like that. About 10 minutes later I realized I had been walking with them without knowing which bar we were going to next.
"Hey, where are we headed?" I asked. "Lemme text my friends and let them know so they aren't worried."
"Our condo is right around the corner." He replied. "We have a full bar up there and plenty of weed."
Initially I was disconcerted by this news, I thought we were going to another club, not their condo. Still, this was a nice part of town, and a full bar and another joint didn't sound too bad. I followed them into a high rise building and into the elevator.
