LbA: Twerk-fest

“Together again!”

Maddie, Elena, Sarah, and I clinked our glasses of champagne in the back of the limo.  It had been months since we had all been able to hang out, just the four of us, and so I had convinced my aunt, Chloe, to drive us in a limo.  She owned a limo business, more as a hobby than because she needed the money.  My uncle Sam, her husband, traveled a lot for work, and so to occupy her time, she bought a failing luxury car rental/limo business and had turned it around.  I didn’t take advantage of her generosity often, but she was always telling me to call her if I wanted a special ride, so I decided tonight I would utilize it.  Especially because we were choosing to go to Omaha to peruse the various clubs/bars there, and it would provide for the perfect DD.

We all looked gorgeous, having taken the time to actually go all out.  I had put my hair into loose curls and left it down and bouncy.  I was wearing a berry and black Alice + Olivia cutout back dress and Burberry pointed toe suede booties.  We were laughing a lot and had put back a couple glasses of champagne each by the time we arrived at the first club.

We immediately headed to the bar and ordered a round of Purple Hooter shots along with our drinks.  I had told the girls I would use my card for a tab, and the next day we could split the amount between the four of us so we didn’t have to worry about cash or having multiple tabs.  I went with my new fave, Goose n’ tonic.  It wasn’t long before we were on the dance floor, our drinks sloshing along with our bouncing bodies.

Sarah grabbed my hand and “drunk whispered” in my ear that she needed to go to the bathroom, and started dragging me along with her.  We dance-wove through the crowd to the bathroom, which of course had a line of about 10 girls in front of us. 

Sarah was doing the adult potty dance, which blended in nicely with the girls that were still dancing in line.  “Sarah, I’m not going, so once we get in there, I can hold your drink.”

“But look at this line!” she slurred.  “You’ll have to go as soon as we get out.”

“No, listen!”  My intoxicated wisdom was emerging.  I leaned in closer to her, so my face was inches from hers.  “Once you break the barrier, the waterfall of pee will just keep coming and coming.  I am holding on to that barrier as long as I can.”  I nodded my head with drunken finality.

She giggled and rolled her eyes at me.  We finally made it through the line and emerged from the bathroom, and scanned the dance floor.  We didn’t see Elena or Maddie, so we headed back towards the bar.  There, we spotted Elena talking to the bartender.

“’Lena!” I yelled so she could hear me, once we were behind her.  She turned around.  “Where’s Maddie?  What are you doing?”

She held up her hands victoriously, producing two shots in each hand, and smiled broadly.  She handed Sarah and I each one.  She then responded, “She was on the dance floor!  Let’s find her, so we can do these.”

We squeezed our way through the ever-growing crowd to the edge of the dance floor.  We were peering around over people, trying to find Maddie’s head.  I felt a hand grip my upper arm tightly.  I looked and Elena was holding onto me, her eyes widened.  I followed her gaze to see Maddie, ass pushed up against some guy’s pelvis, pulling a Miley twerking on Robin.  I closed my eyes, embarrassed for her.  Although, the one redeeming quality is that her tongue was still safely tucked away in her mouth.  But still, completely out of character for her.  Even if she and Gavin weren’t together, that still would be unlike her.  She’s a little more reserved than Sarah and I.  And fiercely loyal to Gavin. 

I pointed out Maddie to Sarah, and then stomped (or wobbly walked) over to where she and the Mr. Thicke impersonator were.  As I closed in on their twerk-fest, I slowed down, appalled.  Guy’s right hand was on Maddie’s hip bone, dangerously close to her vajay.  His left hand lodged right under her left breast.  I was shocked she was allowing that kind of disrespect to Gavin, knowing how protective of their relationship she was.  I stormed forward and put my hand on guy’s shoulder, pushing him back; Sarah and Elena each grabbed one of Maddie’s arms and pulled her away. She attempted shaking them off of her.  “What are you doing?” she shrieked at the same time guy slurred, “What the fuck?”

I glared at him and turned my attention back to Maddie, following them off the dance floor.  “Guysss,” she whined.  “I was having fun!”

Elena shoved the almost-forgotten shot into Maddie’s hand, and we downed them before pushing her out of the door, outside.  It was getting cold, so although the alcohol was definitely dulling the chills, we still all had our arms wrapped around our bodies. 

Sarah shot, “Maddie, what do you think you’re doing?”

Maddie rolled her eyes.  “Having fun.  It is our girls’ night.”

Elena, being gentler and a little less brazen than Sarah and I, tried next.  “Maddie, what about Gavin?”

“He won’t care,” she sighed, again rolling her eyes.

I grabbed Maddie by the shoulders, and lined my head up with hers, forcing her to look me in the eyes.  “Maddie, you would be pissed if Gavin was up on some girl like you were just letting that guy be up on you.”

She steeled her gaze at me, and pursed her lips.  She sharply inhaled, and immediately her face fell, tears brimming her eyes.  I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and we ushered her back out to the limo, climbing in the back.  I sat right next to her, scratching her back while Elena handed her a bottle of water, and Sarah gave her some kleenex.  I quickly texted my aunt not to go anywhere, we just needed a minute.  I had somehow managed to remember I needed to go close the tab, but first I wanted to find out what was going on with Maddie.

Maddie sniffled a few times and finally whispered, “We broke up.”

It was probably a good thing that Maddie had her head down, staring at her hands, because the shock was evident on all of our faces.  Sarah asked, “Why?  When?”

Maddie wiped some tears with a kleenex and sadly said, “Yesterday.  I don’t know why.  I mean, the past couple of weeks we were fighting all the time.  Gavin was so... distant... the past month or so, and it was getting to me.  I had told him he was being selfish, and he claimed he wasn’t, that he just was really busy.”  She sniffed and then wailed, “But I don’t know why he was so busy!”

Sarah, Elena, and I looked at each other, confused.  Maddie continued, “So I broke up with him.  He wouldn’t even talk to me about my feelings, and I just felt so neglected.”

I figured she was all over the place due to the alcohol.  We had all drank quite a bit in a short amount of time.  None of us really knew what to say, except muttering condolences.  We were shocked, and knew that more would come out later on, when Maddie was sober.  After a few minutes, Maddie sheepishly grinned at us, remnants of tears still staining her cheeks.  “Sorry for ruining girls’ night.”

We all chimed in, “Oh no, Maddie, this is huge.  You didn’t ruin anything.  It’s okay.  We can go home if you want.”

“No, no.  I’m okay.” She whipped out a compact from her clutch and started wiping at the makeup on her face, fixing it.  “Let’s go to another club.  I promise I’ll keep it in my pants.”  We laughed with her.  She added, "I just want to keep my mind busy right now."

“Let me run in and close the tab, and I’ll be back.”  The sitting and situation had sobered me up a little, so I was able to now slowly jog in my pumps back up to the club.  I realized I didn’t have a stamp on my hand, and I didn’t want to pay cover again, just to close my tab.  After some innocent flirting and the batting of my long black lashes, he let me in, with a lingering gaze of my body.  I turned and rolled my eyes, strutting up to the bar.  I got the bartender’s attention, and closed out my tab.  I was looking at the total as I was walking out, trying to figure out how we spent almost $100 in an hour when I bumped into someone.   

“Excuse me,” I mumbled as I tried to step around them.

The guy moved his body to block me, and I looked up annoyed, but then recognition crossing my face.

“Aleah, right?” the guy asked.  His blue eyes pierced mine, captivating me.  I quickly looked up and down his muscular body, to appreciate his light blue button up and dark jeans, and how they fit his body tightly, hugging all the right places.  His dark hair was styled perfectly.

Although I recognized him, I couldn’t place him.  “Yeah... and for some reason, your name is escaping me, I apologize.”

He laughed a hearty, yet airy, laugh.  “That’s because I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.  I’m Aaron.”  He smiled warmly, his eyes crinkling, sweetly.

“Hi, Aaron,” I said, sticking out my hand.  He grasped it, enclosing it in both of his.

“I work with Brad.  Brad Stratton?”  Ah... detective unknown.   Now a detective known.

I smiled, flirtatiously.  “Well, Aaron.  It was nice meeting you, I need to get going.”  I turned to walk away, him still holding my hand.  He gripped it tightly, and pulled me back to him, placing one of his hands on the small of my back.

He looked at me seriously, but was still genuinely smiling.  “Aleah, I really do hope to see you around.”  And with that he let go of my hand and disappeared into the crowd.