Once inside the restroom I splashed some water on my face by the sink, finding the atmosphere somewhat relating since all the noise had faded into
distant
I glanced at my visible erection with a sigh, I hated masturbating but I was almost tempted to
Standing there for a minute helped the situation and Lexited the bathroom.
“You can always cool it off with someone you know,” I glanced at Taylor who stood aside leaning on a wall, smoking.
“Tuck off,” I pushed past him. He has been getting on my nerves with his verbal remarks about my sexual life.
“That’s what happens at bachelor’s party man, you gotta relax.” He calls out, I ignored him making my way to corner we’ve been sitting by
“Where’s my friends?” Lasked the occupied bartender loudly, a rock song was being played and it was difficult to speak and bear.
They went to the private sitting room upstairs, he replied and I frowned because we hadn’t booked anything like that
With growing exasperation I stride to the stairs, clenching my jaw the couple occupying it making out without a care and awareness.
“Move out,” I pushed the man a little who laughed at me and continued his task at hand
Reading the sign I turned to the left, the sudden smell of luxury and expensive alcohols fills me. The security stopped me before I could enter the private
area however.
“You got the booking ID,” the bulky bouncer questions like it was a matter of national security,
“Right here,” Taylor answers as he slides his hands over my shoulder, showing a type of business card to him. The bouncer moves aside lotting us walk
through
I shrugged Taylor’s hand off me and he steps ahead to saunter towards the private room.
“Why did you booked it?” I queried, he tossed me a smirk then collectedly smiles.
“You hate crowds dude, the least I could do was make this easy.” He explains moving inside, I followed him doubtful about him spending a lot of money
just for my relied, he wasn’t a miser but he never spent without purpose.
Overlooking my apprehensions, I glanced around the vast space with three huge velvety green couches, a private bar with a bartender, a bowling alley, a poker table and a pool table. The only thing I was glad about was that it had dim golden lights instead of eye twitching neon ones.
I sat in one of the chairs at the table feeling shirty for acting impartially at my own bachelor’s party, where my friends joined to have fun. Dexter was shuffling poker cards like a professional.
Taylor clapped me on the back, his voice booming over the music. “Come on, Keith! Let’s get this party started!” He handed me another whiskey, and 1 took it, feeling the burn in my chest. Maybe, I could enjoy it if I stopped thinking about my flancee who couldn’t be here, for a while.
Laughter echoed through the room, and I forced a smile, pretending to enjoy myself. But the truth was, I felt empty, restless. The pub games, the jokes,
the forced entertainment – it all felt kind of draining
After a while though, I eased being under the influence of alcohol a little as we played a round of almost every game. The dinner was a blur since all of us were starving after all the energy consuming activities.
“Hey man, your dad’s calling. Roman snaps his fingers calling me, I raised my brows taking hold of his phone, and walking over to the attached balcony
to Lear clearly
Seems like the flight my father booked was cancelled, he had to book another one which was on the day of wedding so he wouldn’t be here a day earlier like we decided. I was disappointed for sure, aside from my sister Margaret he was my only family. My mother died when I was twelve, so it was just us
Downhearted I returned to scene, but stopped at a distance observing the scene unfolding before ine, a couple of woman in short glimmering outfits were entering the room.
Taylor you fucker.
As I inched closer, feeling the rage burn in the last timid woman that entered though, left me baffled.
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