Breathtaking Eros

My buddy Octopus and a bunch of people from the outer edges of my social group were going to this club Thursday night featuring a band I’d never heard of. I’d only been to a club, oh, like, once, plus I’m a cheap ass that doesn’t like the idea of paying $10 just to get into a place. Well, this was the only club around here I could get into, basically, because I am under 21, and our previous plans fell through, so I was thinking about it. Then I was given a small amount of alcohol and decided I should enjoy my night, screw the fact that I had class at 8am the following morning, and let it all hang out.

I put on that black top I like for special occasions, a pair of boots Brat Roommate lent me, and got strapped down to the chair for a bit of primping at Brat Roommate’s disgression. When the whole process was done I was feeling pretty sexy and excited. I got a good reception from people which was a nice, muchly-needed refreshment.

So the club was pretty hot. Temperature-wise, and just the atmosphere. It was rather small, but good music was abundant. They had just some normal dance tracks playing at first, and then the band came on, and then we had a sweet DJ with a mullet for the rest of the time I was there. I hadn’t been dancing in so long… I forgot it was like a massive orgy. Some people were basically having sex through their clothes, complete with the O-face. That’s a way to dance, right? I got felt up a few times and had to gently decline further advancement. I wasn’t there to get a hook-up. People are just so friendly! Hah. It was just great fun. I mean, typically I’m pretty defensive about people running into me and being all up in my face, but that’s what you get when you’re at a club, so I was quite prepared. When the band played I got pushed up in front; I didn’t mind that of course.

Octopus was my dance partner most of the night, in between some other friends from my college that came out. He’s a fine dancer, good rhythm and all those nice things. I’d love to go again, because it was great to just let loose and move my body, releasing just a little bit of sexual energy. Everyone sweat like crazy, but that made it all the hotter. Faces, bodies and limbs close, people everywhere going to the same beat (well, unless they sucked at dancing) and it was a sensory overload.

I left around 1am, and I was ready to crash in bed. Unfortunately, Brat Roommate and her new boyfriend went to bed at the same time I did and decided to not wait long enough for me to fall asleep to get it on. I sleep with my iPod on me, so I didn’t hear it at first, but those three seconds in between angry songs were quite enough for me to hear bits of heavy breathing and blankets shuffling. Instead of throwing a book at them, as I should have done, I just turned up my music. I really should have said something, but I just wanted to go to sleep... I left Octopus behind at the club, as he wanted to stay, but I was up half the goddamn night anyway. I might as well have stayed.

So now I have sour thoughts towards Brat Roommate. Being single and without a desire to get a benefits friend I can’t fulfill my evil dream of  payback by way of fucking while she is trying to sleep, my only option would be to masturbate. But I just can’t do that, I’m not naughty or angry enough… so I’ll just keep my sullen thoughts to myself. I guess there are worse things to worry about.