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Almost Easy

Chapter Nine: So Help Me, God

The club was packed.
We’d gotten hung up at the door—apparently they were at capacity and even rock stars weren’t getting in.
“Do you know who I am?” Jimmy pleaded with the doorman.
The bouncer furrowed his dark brows, “I seriously don’t care.”
“We’re on the list,” Jimmy argued.
“And when three people from inside come outside, I’ll let you and your friends in.”
Jimmy groaned, “What’s the point of being on a list if you have to wait in a line like peasants?”
The doorman was not amused by Jimmy’s antics. I was, though.
“Jimmy, it’s fine,” I assured him. “We can wait.”
“I don’t want to wait,” he stomped his feet like a child. “How the fuck is a club full at 9:30? That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard.”
“Rev, man,” Brian piped up, pulling a cigarette from his pack. “Shut up, would ya?”
Jimmy threw his arms into the air, apparently giving up on the entire situation. He conceded and joined us back in line. The doorman fucking smiled.
This amused me so greatly I can’t even tell you. There are not enough words in the English language to do it any justice.
“This is stupid,” Jimmy grumbled, mostly to himself.
Brian ignored him, turning his attention to me, “Ever been here?”
I shrugged, “Nope.”
“Me neither,” he pulled on his cigarette. “This is Jimmy’s favourite place.”
“The drugs are cheap,” he grinned. “And the drinks are cheaper.”
“Noted,” I said simply. “Smoke please.”
Brian obliged, pulling my pack out of his jacket pocket and handing a cigarette to me. I lit it, relieved to have the nicotine course through my veins and calm my nerves. I was trying hard to play it cool, like Brian didn’t make me hella nervous.
He was intimidating. Not in a he’s-going-to-beat-me kind of a way but in a smouldering, superior than all other beings kind of way. I really liked that.
“What did you guys do all day?” I asked curiously, trying to think of pleasantries to fill the boring nature of the wait.
“Slept,” they said in unison.
“Together,” Jimmy added with a wink.
“Scandalous,” I laughed. “I’ll be sure to alert the media.”
“The more scandalous story would be that you’re out with two idiots like us,” Brian smirked. “That’s front-page worthy news.”
“Hey,” Jimmy interjected with a pout. “I’m fucking front-page news. Blair’s lucky to make it into the article!”
“He has a point,” I laughed, grabbing hold of Jimmy’s face. “This face is too pretty not to be on the frontpage.”
Jimmy beamed, “That’s all I’m saying.”
“Besides,” I let Jimmy go. “Nobody knows who I am.”
“I did,” Brian replied seriously.
“Right,” Jimmy grinned maniacally. “Nobody.”
“Fuck you,” Brian chuckled, “You knew who she was too.”
“You did?” I asked, genuinely surprised to hear that.
Jimmy and I had met so organically that it hadn’t even occurred to me that he might know who I was—even what band I belonged to.
Jimmy shrugged, “I know some things for sure.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
He shrugged again, “I didn’t figure it out until later. I liked you even as a mere mortal.”
This appeased my curiosity well enough.
“Hey,” the security guard spoke then. “You guys can go in now.”
“So soon?” Jimmy shrieked. “Why, sir—”
Before Jimmy could say another word, Brian was shoving him—and I do mean shoving—inside.
The interior of the club was insane. The ceilings were crazy high and chandeliers hung from it everywhere. The walls were black but neon paint was splattered haphazardly. A giant staircase was pushed off to the back of the building.
There were people scattered everywhere. I didn’t think it was possible but this place was even louder than the party the night before. For whatever reason, though, I hardly felt anxious at all.
Brian put his hand on the small of my back, leading me forward into the crowd.
“Don’t lose me,” he yelled to me.
I looked back at him and smiled, “No way!”
Jimmy was gone. He was off the second we’d walked through the door. I wondered where he was going but so long as I had Brian, it really didn’t matter.
Maybe Brian had instructed Jimmy to bugger off—hopeful not to repeat the ‘cockblocking’ Jimmy had unintentionally done the night prior.
It was more likely, though, that Jimmy was just a party animal and had run off to do party animal activities. I intended to do mostly the same.
“What do you want?” I asked Brian once we’d reached the bar.
The bartenders were all male and I knew, for a fact, that I’d get served long before Brian would even be acknowledged.
“Whatever you’re having,” he said simply, surveying the crowd closing in on us.
“Hey, Sweetie, what are ya having?” the adorable blonde bartender asked.
I hated being called Sweetie but for the man with the alcohol, I would have to make an exception.
“Two rum and cokes!” I shouted, leaning over the bar to better communicate. “Actually, make that four—it’s kind of insane in here.”
“You’re telling me!” he smiled toothily. “Good for the bank account, bad for the back!”
I watched him make our drinks, the demands of the other patron were seemingly lost on him.
Brian’s hand was still on my back.
“Upstairs,” the bartender said to me as he slid the drinks over, “is the lounge—there’s a smoking area up there too. If you’re into that.”
“Good tip!” I laughed. “Thank you!”
And I left a generous monetary tip.
I gestured for Brian to help carry the drinks, which he did without hesitation.
“Should we go upstairs?” I shouted in his ear. “The bartender said there’s a lounge up there!”
Brian made a face.
“With a smoking area,” I added cheekily.
“Let’s go!” Brian shouted back and followed me to the back and up the stairs.
The vibe on the second floor was entirely different. No one up here was fucked on ecstasy, the music was a tolerable level, people seemed to be having actual conversations. It pleased me to note that there were couches thrown around the building—not just uncomfortable metal chairs.
“Corner,” Brian said as he passed me to lead us to a tiny leather sofa tucked into the corner.
We set our drinks down on the table and made ourselves comfortable on the couch. Brian instinctively passed me a cigarette. He already knew me so well.
We were doomed to grow tumours at the rate we were smoking. I dismissed the terrifying thought.
“You look great,” Brian grinned at me.
I laughed, “You said that.”
“You look so good, I had to say it twice.”
I felt my face burn up, “Is that right?”
“Damn straight.”
I took a long drag of my cigarette, thinking hard about what to say next. I was determined to be smooth. Smooth, cool, irresistible.
“This place is crazy.”
Are you fucking kidding, Peterson?
Brian’s face flinched quickly but he laughed, “Yeah, no doubt.”
“It’s better up here,” I tried to recover, “more intimate.”
I attempted to move closer without being obvious. Though, maybe it’s better to be obvious sometimes. It was difficult as fuck to try and keep my composure, act like every touch was innocent and coincidental—all I wanted to do was straddle him right there in that bar.
But I resisted.
“So,” Brian said, sipping at one of his drinks, “what’s up with your band? What do you guys have going on?”
“Why?” I asked awkwardly.
He raised an eyebrow, “Why not?”
“Fair. Nothing’s really up. We’re recording our first label album…been at it for about a week. It’s totally fucking different than anything I’ve ever done.”
“I remember that,” Brian smiled warmly. “Equipment’s always better when it’s not on your dime.”
“No kidding,” I chuckled and sipped at my own drink.
The faster I drink, the sooner I get some confidence. That night, I could use all the help I could get. Come on, rum; do your thing.
“How’s it going?” Brian continued, he seemed to be truly interested.
I shrugged, “Well enough I guess. It’s hard to say for sure until it’s done.”
“I hear that,” he held his glass up to cheers me.
I obliged.
“I’m sure it’s awesome,” he exhaled. “If you’re involved in any way, there’s no question that it’s fucking awesome.”
I blushed, “I’m not that great.”
“That’s what Matt says too,” Brian laughed. “Musicians, nothing but drama.”
I rolled my eyes playfully, “The worst.”
“Maybe I’ll come pop by one day next week,” Brian suggested; it was the first time I’d heard his voice shake. “If you’re up for a visitor.”
“As long as you’re not a critic,” I tried not to smile.
He held up his hands, “Big fan of yours.”
“Of mine? Or the band?”
“Both,” he said seriously but had to add in some charm, “But mostly you.”
This time, I moved myself closer noticeably. He aided in my goal, adjusting his body so he was no longer leaned away from me.
“That means a lot,” I flirted, batting my eyelashes at him, “Coming from you.”
“Me? Please,” he waved his hand at me.
“Synyster Gates,” I mused with a laugh. “I’ll admit, when I first heard it—dumbest thing I’d ever heard in my entire life.”
“Ouch,” he laughed, his eyes still playful.
“I’ll tell you though,” I continued, laying on the cheese, “It’s growing on me.”
“Is that right?” he mocked me.
I nodded slowly, “Oh yeah.”
Looking from his gorgeous brown eyes down to his perfect pouty lips and back again, I could almost see heaven on the horizon. He bit at my lip, which bothered me slightly since that was my signature move. But there was no anxiety here, not this time.
“If Jimmy shows up,” I said lowly, a playful smile piercing the desire on my face. “So help me God.”
Brian antagonized me, “We don’t like Jimmy?”
“This close to your face?” I grinned, eying him like the piece of ass he was. “We don’t like Jimmy.”
Brian smiled and pulled away, returning to his cigarette and drinks. I was instantly humiliated. I’d already started plotting out the hole that I was going to crawl into to die.
Maybe it wasn’t better to be obvious.
“I’ll be right back,” I said because it was the only thing I could think to do. “I’m just going to run to the little girls’ room.”
Before Brian could say a word, I was up. I made my way down a dark hallway that had signs promising a bathroom was near the end. I started to bite at my lip.
Where have you been?
The lights in the washroom nearly blinded me. The contrast burnt my motherfucking retinas and I physically, and audibly, winced from the pain. I walked myself to the sinks and studied my face in the mirror. Just as I’d thought, I was still looking good. Far better than I had the night before, by any means. He’d seemed interested then.
Maybe I wasn’t interesting enough. I should have lied about the album—I should have made shit up strictly for the sake of conversation. Now I was embarrassed, sad, and rejected—in the fucking bathroom of a club. How cliché was I?
Why did I even care? This was highly out of character and I vowed then to knock it the fuck off.
Get back out there. You’re too good for this shit.
Thanks, Self.
One last look in the mirror and one deep breath later, I was ready to face Brian again. I’d play it off like I didn’t even notice the rejection, I’d finish my drinks and replace them with more drinks. Maybe I’d find Jimmy.
I pulled the bathroom door open and pushed myself through. I was ready.
Before I knew what was happening, I was against the peeling wall.
Brian stood in front of me, his hands on either side of my startled body. His face was incredibly close to mine…I swallowed hard to ease the anxiety.
I thought I was being mugged—turns out I was being…what?
“Fancy seeing you here,” Brian teased flirtatiously.
The words escaped me. I had no idea what to say to him.
But I didn’t need words.
Brian closed the gap between us, pushing his lips into mine. It took my mind a second to register what was happening—but the second it woke up, it was on.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my hands into his black hair. He parted my lips with his tongue and I was happy to let him in. His hands pressed themselves firmly against my hips, pinning my body to the wall behind us.
Tasting him was like fucking paradise.
“Hey,” a familiar voice hollered.
We both snapped away from one another. It’s funny that well after we all become adults, we still act like scolded children being busted making out with our first boyfriends.
“I don’t mean to cockblock again,” Jimmy whined. “But I mean, we’re in a bar…so is it really blocking?”
“Yes,” Brian responded, sounding frustrated beyond belief.
He wasn’t the only one.
“Fuck,” Jimmy whispered. “I need someone to babysit me.”
“What?” I laughed uncomfortably, pushing myself away from the wall.
Jimmy cackled, “I’m fucked.”
“Go be fucked somewhere else,” Brian groaned.
“So that you can get fucked?” Jimmy laughed. “No way, man. We came as a group—I’m a cockblocker for life. As long as we’re in a public place, anyway.”
“We can babysit together,” I suggested, placing my hand on Brian’s muscular arm.
His body seemed to destress.
“Fine,” he sighed. “Fucking Jimmy.”
Jimmy didn’t seem to care. He was already headed in the direction of our tiny sliver of peace in the corner.
“I can assure you,” Brian said to me, his eyes boring through my soul, “We will pick this up later.”
I grinned, “My place or yours?”

Notes

Fucking Jimmy.

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6/18/19

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5/13/19

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3/27/19

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