"I don't even know who you are anymore. With me, my mates, yours, you're a different person with each of us. I don't want to continue this. No." I watched him shake his head as I quietly tried to process his words. This was a break up. He was breaking up with me after all I did for him. I felt a bit upset that I'd wasted two year with him but more so I was pissed. This fucker thinks he can humiliate me here in a club. So instead I smiled waved a goodbye and walked off to get shit-faced.
I squished between all the other people trying to get to the bar as 'Rolex Sweep' played in the background 'I told her to drink up, select and play the song that I asked for' I was turned around ready to flip off some guy for shoving me hard when I knocked to the ground by a tall black guy, he had stopped waiting for me to get up presumably to apologize but his eyes were hurriedly scanning the room as he looked for someone. He mumbled a quick "Sorry," I rolled my eyes shouting out over the song "Yeah nah it's alright you just scamper off now" he had finally turned to look at me but I was already walking off muttering about what an idiot he was under my breath.
As I got up to the bar there was another guy there waiting to order his drinks he seemed awkward like he was out of his element I just kind of stared at him for a minute 'Them chickens jackin' my style they try to copy my swagger I'm on the next shit now' He finally took notice of me and jumped a little startled. "You ain't gonna get a drink just standing there like that mate, come on what you want?" I chuckled. He couldn't even look me in the eyes he was obviously a little uncomfortable "two beers" he said barely audible. I smiled and reached over the bar to get the bar tenders attention with the smile and a bit of my cleavage. It appeared to have worked as a guy was soon in front of us and handing over three beers. I took a long swig of mine and put it down to find the guy staring at me. Lifting up an eyebrow in question he quickly returned his gaze to the floor muttering a thanks before walking off to join whoever invited him as I downed the rest of my beer.
I got another beer feeling the bar tender's eyes linger I figured it was time to move away and almost bumped into a girl holding a vodka "Sorry!" I shouted out over the music no words playing. She turned around looking me up and down judging me harshly "Yeah ya should be," before she stormed off into the crowd. I walked off the other direction searching for a door to leave. I honestly wasn't in the mood for clubbing before my long-term boyfriend broke up with me, and that definitely put a damper on the evening. I spotted a side door and headed down the stairs. On one of the landings between floors there was a chick obviously out of it being helped up by a guy she seemed to know, I quickly slipped past as he tried to balance her weight. I hesitated and turned around to see him struggling. "You- uh need any help? with her." I cringed waiting for him to shout something at me instead he simply looked up surprised before his eyebrows furrowed together and he shook his head. Nodding I walked off in the car park building.
I found my now ex's car right where we left it. I was pissed and more than a little drunk so I decided the best thing to do, would be to start destroying his car. I smashed his windshield with a lump of concrete I found nearby and had just started to trying to key his door when I heard some far off shouting "HEY HEY BEV BABY COME ON YOU REALLY HAD TO CALL THE COPS ON ME HUH I THOUGHT WE COULD WORK THIS OUT!" Fuck. Cops. I looked around but there really wasn't much to hide behind apart from the other cars and they'd definitely find me. Guess I'd have to try and cry my out or hope that some how I become invisible. The cops rounded the corner holding a guy who immediately zeroes in on me "Hey coppers you're arresting me what about her she just destroyed a car!" Thanks a lot dick.
Cue the theme song!
*This chapter is loosely based on Season 1 Episode 4 of British Television Drama Misfits I wrote it purely out of passion so it isn't perfect or an attempt to steal any works from Howard Overman or anyone else*
