Chapter Six
Come On To My Embrace
A/N: Sorry I've not uploaded for ages, but I've been on holiday! I'm back now though.oh yeah, and I got kind of a flame, so I'd just like to say to the person who flamed me, BITCH!!! You can't even leave your name, so fuck you! Oh yeah, I don't like flames.if you didn't already guess.
I picked Mandella up at nine, and we head over to Club Skunk. We both love Letters to Cleo, it's our favourite band!
We dance for about an hour without stopping. Then a song I don't know comes on. It's good, actually.
How you sleep so easy, Is a mystery.
Letters to Cleo sing full blast, and me and Mandella dance! When the song shows signs of being near its close, I bellow, "I need agua!" over the music, and head off to the bar.
"Two waters, please," I say to the barman, looking round. And guess who's sitting at the other end of the bar, in blue leather pants that actually fit him rather well and mean I have to forcibly restrain myself from checking out his ass, me, Kat Stratford, hater of everyone (especially men)?
You guessed it.
Curls.
I roll my eyes and sigh loudly and angrily. "If you're planning on asking me out again, you might as well get it over with."
"Do you mind?" he calls over the drumbeat. "You're kind of ruining this for me." Something is different about him tonight. I realise what it is. "You're not surrounded by your usual cloud of smoke."
"I know," he replied. "I quit. Apparently they're bad for you."
Cool. After all, I always said I'd never date a smoker. Well, I'll never date him anyway, but.I don't want him to think I'm too keen, so I just reply with a rather sarcastic, "You think?"
He nods his head to the music for a few seconds before replying. "You know, these guys are no Bikini Kill or The Raincoats, but they're not bad."
He always leaves me feeling so wrong footed! I follow him as he goes to get a better view of the stage, having finished his drink.
"You know who The Raincoats are?" I ask, slightly incredulously. Either he's done his research thoroughly, or else he's not the unwashed miscreant I thought he was.
"Why, don't you?" He's done it again, I never know quite what to say to him. Instead I roll my eyes.
"I was watching you out there, I've never seen you look so sexy!" Ohhhh, typical bad timing. As soon as he says that, the music would go off. I'm surrounded by giggling girls. It's quite funny, actually; I laugh a little, then look at him. He laughs too.
"Come to Bogey's party with me." It's more of a command than a request, but I overlook that - for now.
"You just never give up, do you?" I say. The next track comes on. I can see Mandella waiting for me. I need to head back.
"Was that a yes?" he asks, pretending he can't hear me over the music. I grin. "No!"
"Well then, was that a no?" he calls after my retreating back as I head over to where Mandella is dancing.
"No!" I say, laughing a little.
"I'll see you at nine-thirty, then!" he yells, but I pretend I don't hear.
"What was that all about?" asks Mandella.
"Oh, just someone asking me out, that guy from Lit." I say.
"Are you kidding?" she asks. "Patrick Verona? He's perfect for you, his reputation is nearly as bad as yours!"
"Really." I say with a sinking heart.
Come On To My Embrace
A/N: Sorry I've not uploaded for ages, but I've been on holiday! I'm back now though.oh yeah, and I got kind of a flame, so I'd just like to say to the person who flamed me, BITCH!!! You can't even leave your name, so fuck you! Oh yeah, I don't like flames.if you didn't already guess.
I picked Mandella up at nine, and we head over to Club Skunk. We both love Letters to Cleo, it's our favourite band!
We dance for about an hour without stopping. Then a song I don't know comes on. It's good, actually.
How you sleep so easy, Is a mystery.
Letters to Cleo sing full blast, and me and Mandella dance! When the song shows signs of being near its close, I bellow, "I need agua!" over the music, and head off to the bar.
"Two waters, please," I say to the barman, looking round. And guess who's sitting at the other end of the bar, in blue leather pants that actually fit him rather well and mean I have to forcibly restrain myself from checking out his ass, me, Kat Stratford, hater of everyone (especially men)?
You guessed it.
Curls.
I roll my eyes and sigh loudly and angrily. "If you're planning on asking me out again, you might as well get it over with."
"Do you mind?" he calls over the drumbeat. "You're kind of ruining this for me." Something is different about him tonight. I realise what it is. "You're not surrounded by your usual cloud of smoke."
"I know," he replied. "I quit. Apparently they're bad for you."
Cool. After all, I always said I'd never date a smoker. Well, I'll never date him anyway, but.I don't want him to think I'm too keen, so I just reply with a rather sarcastic, "You think?"
He nods his head to the music for a few seconds before replying. "You know, these guys are no Bikini Kill or The Raincoats, but they're not bad."
He always leaves me feeling so wrong footed! I follow him as he goes to get a better view of the stage, having finished his drink.
"You know who The Raincoats are?" I ask, slightly incredulously. Either he's done his research thoroughly, or else he's not the unwashed miscreant I thought he was.
"Why, don't you?" He's done it again, I never know quite what to say to him. Instead I roll my eyes.
"I was watching you out there, I've never seen you look so sexy!" Ohhhh, typical bad timing. As soon as he says that, the music would go off. I'm surrounded by giggling girls. It's quite funny, actually; I laugh a little, then look at him. He laughs too.
"Come to Bogey's party with me." It's more of a command than a request, but I overlook that - for now.
"You just never give up, do you?" I say. The next track comes on. I can see Mandella waiting for me. I need to head back.
"Was that a yes?" he asks, pretending he can't hear me over the music. I grin. "No!"
"Well then, was that a no?" he calls after my retreating back as I head over to where Mandella is dancing.
"No!" I say, laughing a little.
"I'll see you at nine-thirty, then!" he yells, but I pretend I don't hear.
"What was that all about?" asks Mandella.
"Oh, just someone asking me out, that guy from Lit." I say.
"Are you kidding?" she asks. "Patrick Verona? He's perfect for you, his reputation is nearly as bad as yours!"
"Really." I say with a sinking heart.