Skull continued to laugh to himself as he flipped his indicator on and headed into the private car park for the staff of Darkness. Brandon Daley had splashed out on upgrading Darkness over the last few months. He completely redecorated the club—inside and outside.
He added a private staff car park and a brand new level to the club. Hard-core partying happened on the new bottom floor, and the fighting and more hard-core partying happened on the first floor. The first floor still looked the same except it didn’t. The platform was in the same spot and had been completely upgraded. It was matte black now, but when blood or any fluids from the fighters touched the surface, it appeared as neon red blood splatters on the platform surface. It was brutal, but awesome looking. There was also an automatic black cage that folded down from the ceilings on Friday nights, which drew in crowds because there were no rules inside the cage. Anything went.
The booths were bigger and fancier. They were also matte black, but each table in a booth glowed different colours. A section of the club that had paint drums where people banged on them and paint splashed onto everyone within close range, and thanks to special lighting in the club, it glowed neon like the tables and platform. It looked awesome when everyone was drunk, but when you left the club, you were covered in different coloured paint splashes. It was clothing friendly though, so no one cared.
“How many people do you plan on refusin’ entry to the club tonight?” I asked as we parked and exited the car.
Skull got his suit jacket from the back of the car and folded it neatly over his arm as he locked the Mondeo up.
“A lot.” He grinned. “It’s Friday, which means fight night. Only regular faces get in to see that, or new faces that the regulars vouch for. You know the drill.”
I actually didn’t. I never had to worry about gaining entry to Darkness. Back when Skull and I first started going out I’d never heard of the club, which wasn’t a surprise. It was exclusive and for good reason. I only got in because I was Skull’s girlfriend.
I knew Brandon had some sort of licence for the fighting that went on, according to Skull, so a lot more people knew about its existence now. But it was still hard for people to get in unless you had a hook-up like I did.
“You win some, you lose some,” I smirked. “Let’s get our drink on.”
Skull slid his hand into mine and gave it a tug. “Come on, pussy cat, let’s get you hydrated. I want you nice and wet.”
I laughed as I followed Skull through the doors of the nightclub and down the stairs where darkness consumed us.
“Aideen? I can barely hear you, are you okay?” Keela’s voice blared through the receiver of my phone.
“I’m fine,” I shouted and leaned my head against the wall of the toilet stall I was in.
“The reception is bad; can you hear me?” Keela asked and continued to shout.
I nodded my head even though she couldn’t see me. “I’m in the toilets on the first floor in Darkness, that’s why the reception is shitty. If the phone cuts off, you know why.”
I heard Keela mumble something to someone before she returned her attention to me. “If you’re fine, then why’re you callin’ me? It’s half two in the mornin’!”
Was it that late?
Oops.
“Sorry, I thought it was earlier,” I said and smiled. “I love you.”
Keela laughed. “Are you drunk?”
I shook my head. “Nope. I mean, I was, but I’m soberin’ up now. I’m tired of dancin’ so I think I’m gonna go home. Me feet hurt.”
Keela laughed again. “Make sure Skull puts you in a taxi.”
I blinked. “I will, but first. Guess what?”
“What?”
“I said guess.”
Keela groaned. “Aliens have taken over Earth?”
“Close. Skull and I didn’t have sex.”
Keela choked on air.
“What?” she rasped. “Why not?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “We had a talk on the way to the club and it turns out he wants to settle down. He thinks he is gettin’ too old for one-night stands. He wants to find his main chick.”
“Wow.”
Yep. Wow.
“I know—it sucks for me though. I wanted sex tonight. I’m so disappointed.”
Keela snorted. “I’m sorry for your vagina’s loss.”
I dramatically sighed, “So am I. No one can turn her out like Skull can.”
Keela burst into laughter making me smile.
“I’m goin’ to go home. I’ll text you when I get there, okay?”
“Okay, I’m going back to bed. I’ll set me phone to vibrate and when I hear it vibrate from your text I’ll know you’re okay.”
I used my left hand to grab some toilet roll and wipe myself. I stood up, pulled up my underwear, and adjusted my dress. I turned and flushed the toilet and laughed when Keela cursed.
“I fuckin’ hate when you call me in the jacks!”
I snorted. “I know, sorry. Love you. Bye.”
I hung up giggling while Keela went on about how disgusting I was. I bent down and picked my clutch up off the floor, stood up straight, and adjusted my dress once more then dropped my phone into my bag. I exited the stall and went straight to the sinks where I washed my hands.
The bathroom was crowded, and I could hear multiple females talking and laughing. I was so tired that everything felt like it was far off in the distance instead of happening around me. I glanced left and right and looked at all the baby faces of the women in the bathroom and groaned.
Maybe I was getting too old for this shite.
I sighed to myself, gripped my clutch and walked out of the bathroom. Instead of looking up at where I was going, I looked down at the ground. As a result, I walked head first into another person and the force of the impact knocked me back onto my behind.
“What the fuck?” a female voice hollered. “Watch where you’re fuckin’ goin’!”
I groaned and rubbed my head. “Sorry.”
I pushed myself up to my feet and used my left hand to rub my behind to try to take the sting away. I yelped when I felt a sudden sharp pain spread out across my head. It took me a second to realise that someone had hold of my hair, and they were pulling at it.
Hell no.
I didn’t reach up for the person’s hair to pull back, no, I placed my hands on their hands and dug my nails into their flesh. Seconds later, the hands retreated from my head. I swung my head back, located the bitch who attacked me ,and charged.
I dived on the girl, fists flying and legs kicking. It was a blur of punches, slaps, and screeches. It felt like it lasted forever, but in reality, I was lifted off the girl ten or so seconds into the fight.
“That’s enough!” a familiar male’s voice bellowed into my ear.
A very familiar male’s voice.
Uh-oh.
“Sorry,” I squeaked and looked up to Skull’s blazing eyes.
“Aideen,” he sighed, his tone irritated as he set me down on the ground.
I instantly pointed at the girl across from us. “She hit me first. I was only defendin’ meself.”
Skull looked at the girl who was looking at me like she was going to rip me to shreds the second she got the opportunity.
“Is that true?” Skull asked the she-devil.
“She knocked me to the ground, that’s why I hit the fat bitch!”
Fat?
Oh, hell no.
I stepped forward. “Listen to me you STD-ridden little toothpick. Havin’ an arse and tits doesn’t make me fat, it makes me desirable, just ask your fella. He’s been starin’ at both since the moment I walked into you, which, by the way, I apologised for.”
The girl screamed and tried to come at me with outstretched hands, but Skull stood in front of me and kept the she-devil at bay. I made the situation worse by laughing at her.