Man I was so excited to be going to the city for some club time. I mean I know it's an 8 hour drive but to me it is worth it. NYC clubs have been home for me, for almost 3 years now. Liam, Sean, Dave, and Becca ended up going with me so it promised to be pretty fun.
But as usual nothing can ever be so easy. I had called ahead to be sure we got a VIP room and when we got there was told it wasn't ready. Fine, whatever I had some dacing to do. Liam got out there and was busting a move and I have to say the boy can groove. If he weren't so damn uptight he would be worth chasing after. Dave went to take care of drinks, Sean went to find him self a piece of ass (I assume) and Becca and I went to dance.
Turns out Becca had YET to tell Dave so I said "Let me go make out with some girl then YOU can go talk to him about it. She agreed and went to find Dave. I found this totally hot blond with a nice rack and had almost forgotten about WHY I was with her when I got a tap on the shoulder from Dave. He couldn't find Becca. So I looked around and there she was at the bar, making out with a girl. Dave just kind of stood there in shock. It would have been funny if it weren't sad. We made our way over there and Becca went off about how Dave was dense and she liked him but he never saw it or picked up on it, and she couldn't wait forever. This was where my night took a dive.
I went to check on the room only to find it was set up wrong and when I got back down and looked at the door I saw my brother walking in with his girlfriend. He has that same cold look my father does but all I could do was stand there in shock. He walked over and had me introduse him and told me his girlfriend was his fiance (no doubt at father's order.) He was about to leave and I could myself starting to relax when he called me the worse thing in the world...babykiller.
On some level I know it isn't true. That what happened was not my fault and I had no control of what occured, but it still hits deep. He could not have hurt me worse if he had killed Tepini. So I did the only rational thing I could do. I fled. I got the fuck out of there and found James (thank Fate he was in the club tonight) my old dealer. James had some of my old favorite and without even thinking I sat down, grabbed a tube and snorted two lines. Yes I know, not my smartest move but at that point in time all I could think about was killing myself so instead I went and found some fun. I was just snorting the third when Dave plopped down a wad of cash and asked for two lines. I have to say it almost shocked me out of my oncoming high. He paid, James handed him a tube and he took two lines.
Now my high was hitting so I'm a bit fuzzy after that but I think Dave took 5 of my E pills and downed a LOT of alcohol before stumbling outside after Liam came over. I handed him the slip for the keys so I didn't try to drive (YAY me!) and he went to find Becca. I found Sean and danced a bit (though let face it, it was more like dry humping him on the dance floor) and then Liam came to get us. We piled into the car and I think I fell asleep on Dave...slept the whole way home though.
Huh...home...when did I start thinking of Harmon as home?
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