Wednesday, 22 September 2010

I'm wearing brown leather deck shoes, camel chinos, a brown leather Vivienne Westwood belt, and a tucked in blue denim All Saints shirt. I'm leant against a barrier outside a usual haunt smoking a roll up while J is inside dancing with a friend.
'Excuse me?'
I look up. A boy, slightly taller than me, dark hair, ok looking.
'Hey, I wasn't going to talk to you, you look really posh.'
'I'm from ------, I'm not posh.'
'Oh haha, how are you?'
'I'm good.' I look away, take a last drag on my cigarette and start to walk away.
'Oh, cya.'

It's 2 days later and I'm back in the same area of the city with J. We're at a bar we used to go to every week. We're stood at the bar. The owner is behind the bar in front of us, she brings a shot of tequila to me and winks. I take it and smile at her as she leans over the bar and kisses me on the cheek.

It's 4 days later and J and I are in a club. We met a boy who J works with. The boy who J's ex was jealous of because he used to be straight and is now bi. But J's never done anything with him. I'm dancing to The Cure with the boy's friends and go outside to find J. The boy has his hands in J's sweater and is nuzzling J's neck. I laugh to myself but then focus on someone standing 10 feet away from J. It's A, J's ex. The boy walks away and then J sees A.
(J relays the conversation to me after the event)
J walks over to A, 'What the fuck are you doing here?'
A: 'I was picking up --- from town. What the hell are you doing with him?'
J: 'I'll do whatever the fuck I want, what is it to to?'
A: 'I miss you J, I want you back, i'm so depressed.'
J: 'Well you didn't want me the times you were out pulling other guys, so don't give me that shit A.'
A: 'What the fuck is Andy looking at? Why does he look so pissed off with me?'
J: 'A, What do you expect? All my family are going to be like that. You cheated on me, and you better hope for your sake that you don't meet my sister or ----- because they will actually kick the shit out of you.'
A walks away and J walks towards me laughing.
We go back inside and the boy pours some vodka from a hipflask into my double, making it a quadruple. I like this boy.

3 days later, and i'm en route to Leeds with J. We're staying with an ex girl housemate of mine and meeting a few people I used to work with for drinks. A new boy who started just after I left is there. He's striaght but totally twinky, not my usual type but I can't stop looking at his beautiful face. We go on to a club and J can't believe places like exist. J is pretty commercial when it comes to music/clubs so this indie dive is something he's never experiences. He gets annoyed when people bump into him, I tell him to ignore it. He doesn't like that he doesn't know 1 single song, I tell him to dance anyway.

2 days later and we're back in a bar. We see our friend JD, stood next to a boy in white boxer-briefs selling shots. We walk over. It's the boy who J's seen on the internet with someone pulling a metal chain out of his ass. His body's pretty hot, but his face is pretty average. He gives us a shot because he's going to take all the money from sales and run, instead of giving his share back to the company he's working for. J shows me the videos of him when we get back that night. We both agree that he's dirt, but would probably still fuck him.

3 comments:

Micky said...

If you share love with somebody it's good to have a bit of shared lust.

But how do you dance if you don't know the song?

Lust For Life said...

Micky-It truely is an art. You need to pick up the beat as soon as possible then you can get some sort of rhythm going. Luckily the indie scene is pretty generic when it comes to dance moves; it's all about the swaying, the arm movements, the odd stamp and point. Failing that just stand still and nod your head as you sip your pint, then you look too cool to dance.

Micky said...

Heck!

You've studied it!

I guess that makes sense.