Why did I agree to come here?
The blaring music coming from above fills my head, making it hard to hear anything else. The air reeks of alcohol, too much perfume and the salty smell of sweat, coming from the dancing bodies of people on the dance floor. All of this combined with the bright flashing lights near the sound system on the roof is starting to give me a headache.
Somehow Ally convinced me to come here. She said I work too hard and that I need to spend a little more time with my friends; have a "Guy's Night" just like when we were in high school.
Not to be mean, but since when does Ally want me to go to a club, at night, where there's a bunch of slutty girls trying to get all over me? Something really suspicious is up and the way Ally kept chewing on her hair and talking in a high voice earlier (two things she does when she's nervous) tells me she's up to something, I just don't know what it is.
"So how's the whole baby problem with you and Ally?" Dez asks me, snapping me from my thoughts.
"Huh? Oh, I've been telling her we should wait." I tell him. He and Dallas were the only friends I could round up for this Guy's Night thing, everyone else had plans. But I don't mind. Dez and Dallas have been my friends nearly my whole life and there's no one else I'd rather share my problems with then with my two best buds.
"Dude, you've been telling her that for the past two years. She's going to get tired of waiting eventually, and then what are you going to do?" Dallas says, taking another small wine glass from our table.
"Yeah." Dez adds. "Just knock her up already. I don't know why you're so scared of being a parent."
Yup, my two best buds.
"Look, you guys already know why I don't want kids, the real reason I mean, and Ally does too, I think she knows deep down that we'll never have any, but she keeps on insisting to see if I'll change my mind." I respond, downing another cup of wine.
"Austin." Dez says seriously, swinging his arm around my shoulder. "I know you didn't have the best childhood when it comes to your parents, but maybe, if you had kids, you could give them the childhood that you always wanted." He tells me, jabbing his finger in my chest.
I know what he's talking about, but I don't respond.
"Can you even have kids?" Dallas asks, taking another shot of wine.
"Yeah, I think so." I reply, swirling the wine in my cup. "But not wanting one and not being able to have one are two totally different things."
"Well, I think you should have one. It would be really nice seeing a little you every now and then." Dallas nearly shouts since somehow the music has gotten even louder.
"Besides…"Dez starts when the music has gone down to a reasonable volume. "…being a parent is easy. You just have to play with the kids and act like you're interested when they're talking to you and chase them around until they're tired so you can get some peace and quiet for a while. It's not that hard, it's fun." Dez informs me, as I catch a couple at another table making out.
All that is easy for Dez to say. Dakota is usually the one that takes care of their children, Daniel and Daniela. The twins were born almost a year after Dez married Dakota, who are like me and Ally: complete opposites. Dakota is as smart as Ally, and just as sophisticated, while Dez, on the other hand, is random and silly, but somehow they made it work. The twins are a mixture of both of them: they are well mannered and well behaved in public, but at home they are silly and wild pulling off what I like to call "Dez Shenanigans". They are almost exact replicas of Dez when he was their age, although Daniel has his mother's shade of red hair and Daniela has her violet eyes.
"Hey, you guys want to know something?" Dallas asks smiling, his eyes bright.
"Yeah, sure." I mumble taking and another cup; we're starting to run out and I think I'm starting to feel the alcohol affecting me.
"Okay, so Cassidy and I have been talking about having kids of our own and…" He trails off, his smile matching the Cheshire Cat's. "We agreed to have one!" He exclaims, happiness written all over his face.
"Wow! Congrats man." Dez says fist pumping Dallas, but I'm silent watching the couple nearly take off each other's clothes.
Great! I came here so that I could talk to my best friends about my problems, so that I could get the support friends give you when no one else seems to care. But no. Instead my friends are trying to talk me into having a kid I don't want, and since Dez is already a father and Dallas is going to be one soon they're not going to understand me as much anymore. Perfect.
"Come on! Come on! A toast to the soon-to-be -father." Dez says holding up a large glass of wine. While I was lost in my thoughts, they must have gotten us some fresh cups of the stuff.
I take a glass from the table and the three of us toast. I drink all of mine in one swing, but they don't seem to notice. In fact while they go on talking about how great it is to be a dad, I down a few more large cups, feeling like a teenager and not caring that my throat feels like it's on fire.
Soon enough my head feels funny and the world seems to be in a much brighter focus, my senses sharpened. I know that I'm going to regret this in the morning, but I don't care. I just let the music wash around me as I enjoy the warm feeling the wine sends through my veins.
Hello again! So I didn't really like how this chapter turned out but it has to be here in order for the next chapter to play out the way I want it to. Did you guys like it? Should I keep updating? What do you think Ally is up to?
Anyway, Dez's wife, Dakota, was inspired by Glamor Kitty from The Stray Kitties. I hope you guys like how the story is going and please review!
WARNING: Chapter 3 will be rated M so don't read if you don't like chapters like that.
Shout Outs
I appreciate every review I get but here are some that I liked best.
Madi: Oh, don't you worry Ally has some… specialplans.
Hiya: I'm going to take you being "oddly intrigued" as you not being easily impressed so I'm glad I was able to capture your attention.