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Night fell on a cool Friday evening. Rush hour was eminent, and people were out and about in the city.
Bf soaked in the amazing view as he's never seen such a lit up part of town before. Fitting, since he doesn't really get out often anyways.
He just agreed to going to this stupid nightclub with the boys because, what the hell. He didnt plan on staying long, nor was he planning on getting any action tonight. Maybe just one beverage, but after that he's bouncing.
"This is it," Pico said pointing to at a large building. "Only the real badasses get in here."
"I been waiting on this for years," Darnell chimed in. "Tonight we make history."
"Just, don't get too crazy, Im not carrying you guys back home again," Bf says.
The three of them grabbing their tickets from their pockets, pulling themselves to the side of the line.
"Alright boys huddle up." They assumed their signature triangle.
"There ain't gonna be no bitches tonight," Pico announces. "Anyone who wants to start any trouble answers to all of us."
"Right! We're here for the babes and the food stands!" Darnell said.
Babes? Bf rolled his eyes. Who was he even fooling? The guy could barely even look at a girl he liked without getting flustered.
"That especially goes for you Bf," Pico points at him. "We came out here to have a good time, not nap time, so try to actually have fun for once."
"Yeah yeah whatever, cmon the line is getting long." As if it wasn't already.
The wait to even get inside killed about 30 minutes. None of them had VIP passes, so they had to endure shuffling through the painstakingly large crowd. Bf adjusted his cap, watching as the VIP people easily made their way into the building.
He felt kind of out of place, only wearing his favorite white t-shirt, baggy pants, and size 14 sneakers. Most of the people who came were laced in formal tuxes and dresses.
Plus, he wasn't the greatest dancer either. He cursed to himself, because he excelled in singing and spitting bars and whatnot, but dancing? That's a no go.
He reached down to tie his shoe, when something out the corner of his eye caught his attention. His heart jumped after getting a good look at what it was. A girl so casually strutted past the line, who was the litteral definition of eye candy. Her near flawless hourglass frame nearly had the poor boy hypnotized.
Pico and Darnell was watching as well. In fact, this girl had just about everyone watching. She made her way through the VIP line, as her heels clicked all the way into the club entrance. Each step earning sudden glares left and right. The bouncer easily let her in with a creepy smile.
'She had to have been taken,' Bf thought staring. 'There was no way, a girl that hot didn't already have a man.'
Even at first sight she looked completely out of his league.Then again, who doesn't. The guy was litterally a pseudo-midget.
His trance was severed when he heard Pico wisper in his ear.
"You know, you gave me that same look once."
Bf jolted, lowering his eyebrows.
"That shit stays in the past!" He yelled.
"Whatever, so you gonna try and shoot your shot with her?"
"....No, I'm not...." Bf groaned.
"Hey man, never hurts to try!"
It felt like it took hours for them to finally reach the front of the line. The attendees giggling at Bf as he could faintly hear their wispers. They were likely making fun of his height again, typical.
The club inside was an absolute madhouse. The bass of the speakers almost blew Bf's eardrums out. He so desperately wanted to just sit at a table in the corner and wait it out until it was time to go.
But Pico and Darnell were party animals. They likely won't surrender to the night until sunrise, or until the employees returned to scoop up their passed out bodies.
And they did just that. Pico ended up making friends with just about every person here. Everyone astonished in the fact that he somehow snuck his favorite weapons in the building.
Meanwhile Darnell, being the hothead alcoholic that he is, doused about a trillion flaming hot cocktails in one sitting. Gathering quite the audience.
Then there was little Bf, who just stood on the wall listening to music with his earphones. He
caught glimpse of that girl again. She was already chatting it up with a couple of her friends, along with a few boys attempting to make their move. He shook his head. Trying not to let his self doubts get to him.
But.... it really would be nice to talk to her.
He waited an hour in complete isolation when his partner in crime came up for some brief intermission.
"Welp, I'm starving! I see a burger stand over by the window," Pico yelled. His voice drowning in the music.
"I could eat," Bf told him. Anything beat dancing.
"Cool! Bf give me your wallet," he said.
"Dammit Pico, how could you not bring any money?!"
"Bro come on help a brother out! We all know you're the richest man of the bunch!"
Bf groaned, reaching into his pants and pulling out a 20.
"Use it wisely, cause thats all you're gonna get!" He ordered slapping the cash in Pico's hand.
Bf went over and parked himself at the table with Darnell, who was already severly intoxicated. His face was covered in bread crumbs and booze, and had a tiny kiss mark on his cheek.
"Bf, my main man!" He slurred. "I'm already poppin' off with a W!" He waved a white slip with 7 digits on it.
Bf had to give him credit, despite the fact that this idiot can make himself woozy beyond all comprehension, he was also well at picking up the goods in this state. Bf gave him a sarcastic nod in respect and immediately went back to his phone.
Pico returned with the food after a little while.
"So they got our order wrong," He said. "The dumbass forgot the cheese on our sliders!"
Bf didn't even care. He didn't have the patience to get them to correct it, and Pico would just cause yet another scene.
He ate his food in silence while his friends chatted up a storm. Finding difficulty trying to even listen to them, as sitting so close to one of the inside speakers gave Bf a migrane.
Man, he was feeling extra miserable today.
Pico and Darnell both took notice of this and glared over at Bf. Making the boy tear his gaze from his screen and half eaten burger.
"What?"
"Why do you look so depressed man?" Pico asked. "You've been standing in that corner for 2 and a half hours."
"I've.... just got a little headache," Bf fibbed
facing away from him.
That proved to be a mistake, as he was then once again looking directly at that VIP girl he saw. She was sitting at the bar alone. He immediately switched his gaze before she caught him. A huge blush forming on his face.
Pico glanced over at her, smirking a toothy grin.
"Oh hey, isn't that your girl?" He teased.
"Tch, yeah right."
"Duuuude Bf, you gotta *hic* hop down." Darnell studdered. "Thats a solid 10 who's sitting all by herself!"
"No way!" Bf spat. "This always ends up going south."
Pico furrows his eyebrows. Looking down on him with pity
"You can't go the rest of your life fearing the worst man. Atleast try it!"
"Easy for you to say. She's gonna completely humiliate me."
"No she won't," Pico reassured. "Remember, any trouble answers to all of us."
Bf went silent, lowering his head. He did want to talk to her, but how would she reciporicate? He wasn't socially a natural like his friends.
Others would just loose interest before he could even get a greeting out.
"You guys really aren't giving me a choice here huh?"
"We're also keeping you from going another night crying yourself to sleep," Pico says. "Now go talk to her Mr. Blue Balls!"
He had Bf beat there. Well, what did guy have to loose? His self-respect, his dignity, his appetite?
"Alright alright I'll do it!" Bf complied defeated.
He got up from his seat, as an overwhelming sense of anxiety was weighing him down.
Desperately trying to keep his palm from producing a full on ocean, he looked back once more. Watching as Pico and Darnell gave the boy a thumbs up and a nod.
"Get out there," They mouthed.
Bf took a deep breath, and with one step at a time, he approached her. A million thoughts racing in his head. Rejection would be catastrophic, but he was in too deep to turn back now.
Luckily, the girl was alone. Bf took in her beauty from a distance. The way her crimson colored dress and heels glimmered and sparkled in the blazing lights, her long brown hair cascading down to her torso, all capped off with that cute triangular grin.
She was nothing short of perfect, and Bf could deduce that she had to have turned down a couple douches prior.
Each passing second he stepped toward this goddess only added strength to his nerves. His thoughts all but confirmed by his actions.
Everything blurred, as he could now even hear his own heartbeat.
'I can do this'
'I can do this'
'I can do this'
'I can't do this'
'I can't do this'
'I CANNOT DO THIS'
He froze as he stood beside her. His mind screaming at him to speak the hell up. Yet, It was like pressure that kept his hands to his sides.
"Geez, this party kinda sucks," he heard her say. Her voice was mellow with boredom, but that just made her seem even hotter.
"....Hi..."
The brunette turned to see a shorter looking guy waving at her.
"Hello," She said with a smile. "You look new."
"W-well uh... yeah actually I am," Bf responded, putting his hands in his pocket. "I'm Bf."
"Gf. You can sit with me if you want."
Gf moves over to make room for Bf, patting the space next to her. "I could use some company."
His heart fluttered. Never has he ever been offered to be this close to a girl before, let alone one so attractive. Not even 10 seconds in and he was already starting strong! He happily obliged taking his seat.
Bf glared over to where Darnell and Pico were sitting, the boys silently cheering at him to keep going. He couldn't lie to himself, it did feel amazing.
"So this is your first time at a nightclub Bf?" Gf asked leaning on the table.
"Yeah, I... don't really get out often." He scratched his hair. "What about you?"
"Im here every Friday night. Well, mostly on the weeks my Dad isn't working the karaoke bar."
"Your Dad works here?" Bf questioned.
"My parents own the entire brand." Ah, so she was beautiful, AND rich.
"Must be nice!"
"Meh, this place in particular is pretty run down," She shrugs. "I love the old man, but he could really use some designer tips."
'So far so good,' he thought. 'Just play it cool, and don't say anything that might scare her away.'
Pico walked past their table to throw the sliders away, sliping a small blank slip under Bf's elbow. Bf looked up to see him signaling a calling gesture over his shoulder. He just rolled his eyes placing the slip in his pocket.
He turned back to see Gf dowsing down a shot glass. She crossed her legs, turning back to Bf.
"Ever tried one of these before?" She asked handing him another glass. The liquid inside caused his nose to scrunch.
"I've uh, never done this before," He confessed. He slowly moved the small cup to his lips before she stopped him.
"You're not supposed to sip it silly," She giggles. "Just shoot it down your throat."
Gulping, he did just as he was told. Quickly downing the pungent concoction. He did feel a really strong burn in his chest, which made him grasp his shirt coughing, but the effects eventually cooled.
Gf laughed. "Not the first reaction I've got."
"You really tried to kill me?!" He shrieked. "Never again!"
"Oh stop it, it wasn't that bad."
Over time, Bf felt his confidence slowly begin to rise. The both of them striking up meaningful conversations. Nothing too serious, just mild friendly chatting between 2 friends. Regardless, they still learned alot about each other.
He wouldn't even have known that Gf was an actual demon until she showed him the tiny little horns on her forehead, hidden just under her bangs. They were cute for size, but still developing. They also looked insanely sharp on the tips.
She allowed him to gently touch them. Bf earning slight laughter as he ran his fingers over the appendages.
She must have been really ticklish up there.
Bf wanted to kiss Pico for putting him on with this chick. It couldn't have been this simple, or maybe was he an idiot? Either way, he was eternally grateful.
For a second, he felt all his self doubts whittle away, until he heard the DJ announce a specific song choice.
The music following was slow and sensual. Something couples would normally dance to. Bf took a deep swig of his soda bottle, relieved that he didn't have that special someone to embarrass on the dance floor.
....Or did he?
"Ooh, this is my jam! Hey Bf wanna dance?"
Bf nearly spat out his drink, his blush growing an even deeper shade. It's just as he feared.
"N-no that's ok I-I can't really dance...." He stammered.
"Oh you bore me! C'mon it's easy, I'll show you!"
Without a second thought, the brunette grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor.
His boys watching from their table as a sense of pride fell on the two troublemakers.
"Yep, we taught him well," Pico said kicking his feet back.
"All it took was a little *hic* trial and error, but the bastard really made it," Darnell joined popping open yet another glass of whiskey. Pico was honestly just waiting on the poor soul to fall out already. It was only a matter of time.
Gf took Bf to the middle of the crowd. All the other couples were already getting down to business. He felt so pathetic, shivering as she held his hand again. The neon lighting producing a moonlit shine on their clothes.
"Ok first, put your hand on my hip," She said.
Just this once did Bf pray to himself not to mess this up. He did as she said, reaching up to grab onto the silky fabric of her dress. She was really soft to the touch.
"Now, just follow my movement." Her voice soothed him a little. It didnt completely kill his anxiety, but it did help him calm down.
He nodded, trying not to break eye contact. Both of them swaying their bodies in motion to the tune of the song.
Left
Right
Up
Down
He was a little wonky at first, as his huge tennis shoes didn't prove well for balancing on the smooth tile flooring. But eventually, he caught on to the rhythm of the beat. What a fast learner!
"That's how you do it!" She exclaims.
Bf took the compliment to heart, nervously smiling as they both went further into the movement. All he wanted, was to be in this moment forever. He didn't care if he was the only male smaller than the female on the dance floor. This was his time to finally grow the hell up.
Gf could eventually feel Bf's fingers trembling on her sides.
"You ok?" She asked tilting her head. "You seem a little tense."
"Yeah s-sorry, I might be just bad at this" he responds looking down.
"Is this your first time doing this with someone?"
Bf nodded.
"Mm, then not bad." She pulled the boy in closer to her. Feeling her warmth up close and personal. If he had got any redder, he might as well have been classified as a human tomato.
His breathing began to increase as he gazed into her eyes.
This didn't feel real to him. His terrible luck always had other women walking in the opposite direction. Only this time, there came a girl who actually smiled back at him!
In that moment, the world around him slowed to a crawl. It was a now or never chance as he closed his fist tight.
'Just go for it man.'
'Just kiss her'
'She's litterally right there!'
He wrapped his arms around her further. Not wanting to think about it. With all his will and might he leaned in and pressed his lips into her's....
Oh fuck
He pulled back almost instantly. Frozen in fear at what he had just done.
'Oh no, that was too forward,' he thought.
"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that." He apologized. "I-I just got carried away and you were r-right there and I...." She shushed him. Holding her finger to his lips.
"Yeah, you really should be sorry," The brunette said smirking.
"This is how you kiss a lady," Gf this time, leaned in and pressed into him again. The boy getting a much firmer approach to how soft her lips really felt. She was a natural.
He melted to her touch instantly, holding the girl closer to him. Every part of Bf went numb, he didn't even think about what to say next, or how good of a kisser he was. He just let it happen.
An eternity of bliss and hormones were let out in one sudden burst as they carried on for a few more seconds.
Just a few.
She broke away from him with an audible smack. "How's that?" She winks.
"...amazing..." He wispers in awe, relishing in the cherry-rasberry taste on his lips.
They embraced each other once more as they continued to dance the night away. Bf for once in his life breaking through his anxiety by finding true happiness, besides singing and rapping of course.
But that's a behemoth he can deal with another day.
"Bf," Gf says softly.
"Yes?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Ask me anything"
"Can you come back here again?" She subtly wispers. "Please? I just really want to see your face here again."
'Me? She wants to see.... me?,' He thought.
Bf couldn't believe it. It wasn't a one night stand like he feared. This girl genuinely liked him back. She wanted to see him back. How could he not accept the offer?
"Of course Gf, I can always come back here," He says. "I had alot of fun talking and dancing with you."
Gf's eyes sparkled, she catches his lips one more time. Almost picking him up in the process. Bf knew that this day would go down in the history books as one of his most crowning achievements.
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*2 Hours Later*
"Checkmate bitch!" Bf exclaimed, slapping his slip of paper on the table.
"No fucking way," Pico uttered. "You actually got her number?"
"Yessir! 7 digits laid out, who's the tree stump now?!"
Pico was nothing but impressed. With no choice, but to give his young protigee a firm bro-hug.
"You son of a gun, I'm proud of ya. You finally got the guts to actually snag a bitch."
"Thank you!" Bf rejoiced returning the hug.
"Now can you promise me that you'll stop moping around all the time?"
"Yes Pico, I will stop being a loser!"
"Good! Cause I just talked to the head manager a minute ago, and he's given us VIP access. We can now come back here every Friday."
That was fine by Bf. He just scored a girlfriend. Although, he did wonder what the coming weeks had in store.
"Wait..." Bf said "Where is Darnell?"
The both of them looked over to see the fool was passed out at the bar where they left. His arms sprawled out as he held an empty bottle of champagne.
"I got dibs on not carrying him home!" Bf yelled running to the club exit.
"Oh don't pull that shit on me!" Pico screamed. "Get back here!"
The two rascals scurried off into the night, leaving poor Darnell for the officials to take care of.
Tonight, was a good night for everyone.