Chapter 2.

I seriously don't understand how love works. A spark or a flame igniting one's heart at the immediate sight of another or born only after long apprehension? I decide that this guy is not for real and hopefully so because I don't feel the slightest bit the same way. He would have said, "I like beer" and I would probably felt the same. But of course the words "I'm in love with you" are not what you say everyday to everyone. But it seems that Ugliness is really to play anything for a little bit of fuck. That at least can easily be perceived.

"Thanks, but no thanks," I push him away and grabbing my glass of beer in one hand, I march off to find my friends.

Interesting what is happening to me right now. I began the evening with the decision of being lesbian and now hey, a guy just said he's in love with me! The Ugliness himself too. Aren't I just lucky? I don't know why I attract these kinds of pervs.

"Hey, girls, manage to shake fatso away," I say, sitting down.

But strangely Mariah's and Salima's eyes seem to be glued to the air behind me.

"Excuse me? Are you alright?"

I turn to where they were staring and notice that Ugliness is right behind me. But this time he isn't alone. Two other guys are with him. And I must say…

"Girls, these are my friends…"

Excuse me? What is an ugly toad doing with two, seriously wayyyy-better-looking guys-if-not-hot? The one with beige hair sits down next to Salima and the blonde one next to Mariah. When he walked past me, I recognize the Nobu logo shirt. Can you believe this? The Nobu guy is actually hot? Forget what I've said at the beginning.

I'm left to sit on the plush near the sofa, however with Ugliness beside me. This is just shit. I drain my glass of beer. Mariah winks at me, over the blonde guy's shoulder, already stirring a conversation. Well, at least he doesn't seem like he needs to use the "I'm in love with you" thing to get her going.

"Dance with me," Ugliness urges.

I glare at him.

But he's so thick, the message didn't go through. Instead, he catches my elastic and pulls it off.

"Hey!"

"Oh, you look so much more beautiful like this," he says, his eyes gleaming. "I fell in love with you with your hair tied up, but now… it's even more!"

I feel like I wanna puke on his piggy face. I stare at him blankly for s second then I turn towards Mariah and the guy.

"Hi," I say cheerfully, "Do you like Japanese cuisine?"

He turns his crystal blue gaze on me. Dreamy? No, playful. Interesting kind of guy. Plenty of charm.

"What?" he asks over the music.

I lean close to his ear and repeat my stupid but only question I can think of.

"Of course, I have a lot at my work," he turns slightly his back to show me his shirt.

Italian accent, I hear?

"What's your name, anyway?" I ask.

"Enrique."

Flashes a grin.

"Hey, can I have some of your beer?"

"Sure, if you can find some left."

Mariah gives me a knowing smile when she reaches out to take my empty glass. Okay, I know I'm lesbian but a little bit of fun won't hurt, will it?

"Can you tell your friend to leave me alone?"

Leaning forward, hoping he would notice my cleavage. If I have any that is. Fuck the diet. It sure works on my stomach but my breast just go down as well.

"He's nice, don't worry about that," he smiles, running his fingers through his thick blonde hair.

His left hand wanderstowards Mariah's shoulders and pulls her close. Okay, thanks for the signal.

"Come on, let's dance."

I find myself being dragged by Ugliness to the dance floor.

"Take your filthy hands off me!"

Instead, he puts my hands around his neck. Um, doesn't he feel being a slightly pushy? I've danced with ugly old guys before. Like this Indian guy with a fat belly who refused to take off his mackintosh when it's burning inside the club? It was the most disgusting experience ever. His fat greedy hands touching my boobs, thinking I would enjoy that. Seriously, don't they look at themselves in the mirror once a while?

I throw a pleading look over at my girlfriends but Salima was too engrossed in conversation with the beige-haired guy. Thank God, Mariah returns my glance with a smile. Does she think I'm happy doing this? Enrique grins at me as well. Can he understand my distress at least?

The song finally ends. I break off immediately with fatso. At that point, Mariah walks up to me and takes hold of my hand.

Thank God!

I put my arms on her shoulders and shake my hips. Surprisingly, she joins the game, rolling her body against mine. OK, that's kinda hot. I can make out the outline of her boobs under the skimpy décolleté. No wonder Enrique can't take his eyes off her. If she wasn't my friend, then I would love to go down on her. Drunk, am I? Or simply lesbian?

I laugh as the other guys are trying to join us. I shove my thigh between hers and run my hands across her hips. Girls' exclusivity. That's what I love. Why isn't every girl on the planet lesbian or at least bi, just to feel the experience of total independence for a while. Every man is after all gay, just see Ancient Greece for reference.

Enrique suddenly joins us. I don't really care. A hot guy is worth a girl. I put an arm around his neck and the other on Mariah's. After the song, Mariah lets go of us. Enrique takes me by the hips.

"You dance well for a waiter," I whisper in his ears.

I don't think the song is slow, but suddenly he is holding me close. I can feel his breath on my cheeks as I nuzzle my head against his neck, smelling his evaporating cologne. It wasn't an unpleasant experience. His lips search mine. Fuck me but this is the first time I'm kissing someone while dancing. A rush of contentment. For once, I'm the one kissing a hottie, isn't it? Guy or girl. Same difference. His tongue penetrates my mouth, but instead of staying inside, he sems to be dripping all over my mouth.

That. Is. Irksome.

A hottie who can't kiss but we still forgive.

His hands catch my butt. I don't feel anything, though except the same kind of self-satisfaction. I decide to play along, ruffling the hair on the back of his neck and kissing it ardently.

We finally break apart. He smiles down at me, his blue eyes twinkling. I can't believe I've just kissed a total stranger after swearing oath to lesbianship. Well, not really but I did thought that I won't be in contact with the opposite sex again.

"There's an after party at our house later on. You wanna come with your girlfriends?" he asks softly despite the music, tucking a strand behind my ear.

Why not? Okay, Mariah and Salima would freak out. But I don't have anything else to do. Plus, it's not like I've never been to a stranger's house.

"I don't know. I've got to ask my girlfriends."

I catch up with Mariah and Salima but find that Salima has found a new occupation. She is glued to the beige-haired guy I didn't even bother to find out the name. She is so bent towards the sofa that the guy has to stand over her. So much conversation must have tired them.

Not too soon.

I grab Mariah's hand and tell her what Enrique proposed me.

"If we go to their house, it means that we have to fuck with them. And I already have a boyfriend, remember?"

"Yeah, but so what? It can be fun."

Mariah looks at me uncomfortably.

"Think about it okay? I've gotta piss."

The toilet is thankfully empty. I hope that the girl Enrique saw on the dance floor is dark and sexy. Unfortunately the toilet mirror shows me otherwise. My eyeliner is all smeared and my face as pale as snow. Great, whatever. At least he kissed me looking like this.

I walk back to the couches. Enrique is slurping on Mariah. So much for a girl who has a boyfriend. I guess he's got her convinced too.

Ugliness suddenly emerges from nowhere and touches my shoulder.

"Ready for the champagne, baby?"