Mallory
"Go..go...do your thing!" Mara encouraged as she pushed my back a few times – one hard enough to make me stumble in my feet.
Mara was my bestfriend since highschool, she was a delinquent who oftens skips classes and I am a book nerd who would often look for the most quiet space in the school. That's how we met.
At the rooftop. During her smoking session.
Our attitude couldn't be more different, she's a real party-goer even until college and I was a shut-in. Who often locks herself inside her room. I didn't even know how I got sweeped up in this friendship, but I've been here since then even after she turned a new leaf and became a proper adult who only drinks now and then.
You know what? I couldn't even remember how we became friends, it just sort of happened.
I took a long and deep breath clutching my dress so hard my knuckles turned white. I know if my plan worked there will he no turning back. And that the possible repercussions that awaits her could be grave.
But she couldn't care less what's bound to happen to her. Everything aside from her situation is a better choice.
My life is a shit show anyway.
It was all my plan and Mara fully supported me. It might not be the best but my decision was final, I had to do it if I didn't wanna get married to a perverted old man at his death door who just wanted fresh flesh as a wife.
My stomach churned at the mere idea of getting married to that man. I know he's been eyeing me since I was 14. Even though she lived like a shut in her whole life, she wasn't dense.
He knows what the creepy stares that old man shot him mean. And she always find it repulsive. And what's worse, his wife just died a year ago too, because of cancer and he's already looking for a new wife.
No way! Over my dead sexy body.
But I may act all brave but my hands been trembling since we arrived at the lobby of the bar. Just looking at the colorful neon lights and the entrance and all the anxiety was rushing inside my body. My feet are freezing, my body ran cold.
She can't help it. She was a virgin.
"Are you sure about this?" Mara's voice is laced with worry. I don't blame her, I haven't even left her car and I was already scared shitless.
I shot her an anxious smile, putting my freezing hands over her hand that was clutching the steering wheel.
"Don't worry. I can do this!" I cheered myself up. But she only replied with doubting stares.
To not worry her, I decided to leave the car. If I lingered much longer, all the bravado I had mustered to even go that far would leave my body. No! That can't happen! Absolutely not.
I gave her one last look before stepping out.
"Take care. Update me okay?" she gestured her fingers to a 'call me sign' and I gave her a nod of approval.
I started walking through the door of the club, one step at a time, my black stiletto clacking on the concrete every time I stepped closer.
The black sequence dress perfectly hugging my body. One Mara specifically choose for me. I didn't know if I made a mistake on that part but I'm pretty sure she gave me something that left very little to the imagination.
I turned to look back at Mara who gestured a cheer closing the door of her car and driving away. I told her that I would like to do it on my own but still my anxiety is killing me.
Mara already told me everything to look out for inside a bar. Good thing she choose one of the most expensive one in the area or I wouldn't have the confidence of going alone with all the warnings she told me.
And also, I've never been to any social event without her. So, even this was the first for me.
I'm committed in this plan. I even wore a special laced lingerie just for tonight –Mara bought it for me of course, a red one. That was her area of expertise.
She told me that men go crazy about sexy lingerie and that I have to act like a total slut from in and out if I want to bed a man tonight. It was a fool-proof plan she said, if I make the man crazy enough he'll ram it enough to get me pregnant.
Just thinking about it was enough to make me flustered. I tried to read as many book as I can but it's still different when it's the real deal.
Finally, I reached the entrance of the door. There's not much line unlike those I often read in books. I look at the towering man standing in front of it, their hands on their back and their face was so serious, it look scary. I can feel the muscles twitch inside their body.
I quickly took my ID from my silver purse as soon as I approached the door, and handed it at the security standing in front of it. They accepted it, looked at me a few times before they pulled to the side to let me in.
I timidly walked inside and as soon as I walked pass them, I was finally able to breath. Why would a 22 year old got scared about bar security? It's not like I was doing something wrong.
I can't help but internally scold myself.
Upbeat music rang across the room as soon as I stepped in, the flickering lights were dancing in different colors, dancing between violet and red. The room dim enough that you can't almost recognize the people inside if you don't get closer. A DJ was playing at the second floor, and every time he hits the beat the people would cheer.
The number of people inside the club partying and having fun made me a little bit overwhelmed. I wasn't use at all the noise. Why would people find these kind of place enjoyable?
I should've just brought Mara with me. She would know what to do if she were here.
I wandered my eyes across the room and spotted a bar, I noticed that there is less people sitting at the stool in front of it so I walked my way to the counter and took a stool for myself.
The stool was too tall for me that I had to tiptoe just to sit. Why was this tall anyway?
"Tequila on the rocks," I ordered at the young bartender wearing a white long sleeve and an apron. He smiled at me and promptly made his way to make my drinks.
Mara told me that. If I'm not sure what to order, I should just say 'tequila on the rocks'. I'm not sure if I trust her about this kind of thing, knowing how great her alcohol tolerance is but I've got no choice.
I need to get rid of the squeezy feeling welling up inside me.