Escaping Grace

"Are you ready yet?" Andy called from the other room, and I rolled my eyes. He'd been ragging me ever since I stepped into the bathroom to do my makeup.
"In a minute!"
"You said that ten minutes ago! Why do you take longer to get ready then me this one time?"
"Are you complaining?"
There was a brief silence. "No."
"Then shut up --- I'll be out in a minute." I heard him groan, and chuckled, applying my mascara.
I took a step back to eye myself. My tank had thick straps, and it flowed down loosely after the fitted top half squeezed and molded my boobs into very nice eye candy.
And my black skinny jeans tucked into my two hundred dollar boots (that I had bought with my first paycheck and was very protective over) came just high enough on my hips not to be slutty, but low enough where my tattoos showed enough to show I had some, but my tank was long enough to where you couldn't tell what they were.
Heh, I looked nice.
And tall.
I brightened, and sprayed my perfume. Now I was complete
. "Leah?" Andy was complaining again, and I scowled.
"What is taking --- oh."
I stepped out of the bathroom, and paused.
"Good oh or bad oh?" I asked.
Andy raised a brow and stepped over to me, letting his hands rest on my hips. "Like I think we can skip the party and head back to bed."
I grinned. "I didn't get this nice just for you to take it off this early," I gave him a quick kiss and then pulled away to the door. "Now lets go before I change my mind."
Andy grabbed My hand as we started down the hallway.
"I'm pretty sure you'll actually have fun at this one. I know you're not much of a partier, but you've never been to one like this." he sounded excited. "Oli always throws the best. Ashley was disappointed I didn't take him with us."
"Ashley needs to find him a steady girlfriend and calm down."
"Now you sound like his mother."
I smiled, and we stepped into the elevator.
I cut my eyes up at Andy.
We would have to try out at least one Fifty Shades of Grey scene this weekend.
Andy glanced down at me. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"No reason," I looked away hastily. "I'll tell you later."
He looked at me a moment, but the elevator dinged to let someone on, so we shuffled out of the way.
"As I was saying, Moira can't keep using the spare room if she's going to peepee everywhere!" the woman on her phone exclaimed. "I bought her the most beautiful box ever, James. Make her use it. I don't care. She's eighteen months old she should be potty trained by now."
The elevator opened to the lobby and the woman stepped out.
"I hope she was talking about an animal and not a child."
Andy laughed, and pulled me into the lobby. We left quickly and started down the Street, walking a few blocks until we reached a surprisingly busy warehouse district.
I glanced around, tightening my hold on Andys hand.
Sketchy people were walking around us.
Scary people.
I could feel the beat from the party before I ever saw the actual building or the flashing lights.
"Wow," I stared at the warehouse. It was huge, and multi colored lights flashed through the open bay door that was being manned by two bouncers and a line that was so huge it was more like a mob.
"I know. Oli knows his parties."
"You're going to make me jealous you've said his name so much tonight," I bumped his arm, and he flashed me a smile.
"You'll like him, don't make such a face."
"I'm not making a face."
"You're making a face."
I frowned.
"I am not making a face."
Andy chuckled, and kept a tight grip on my hand as we headed through the center of the mob.
The bouncer glanced at us, nodded, and stepped aside to let us go into the deafening building.
There was at least two stories to this building, the top half what looked like a huge bar, which Andy headed for first. The entire first floor was a dance/rave area, complete with neon and body glitter that seemed to rain from the glitter gods; I had glitter on and I had only been in the place for ten seconds. it even had platforms where all the hot or uber plastered girls could dance up on.
We headed up the hard metal steps to the second level, and towards another area with a cordoned off red rope where a bunch of very recognizable people were lounging about on couches that probably cost more then my own rent for two months.
"Yo, Andy!" one of the guys burst, and he hopped to his feet. He tossed the gaudy red rope out of the way and stepped forward. Andy released my hand to do their little half-hug guy brofist thing that all of them seem to do, and stepped back.
"Long time no see, man. It's been what, a year?"
"Yeah," Andy laughed. "A while. Oli, this is Leah."
He started to turn to me, but Oli beat him to it. "Escape from Grace, Leah?"
"Yeah. Nice to meet you."
"Cool." he glanced me over. "Definitely nice to meet you. I figured I would eventually. I meet all of Andys women."
"Good to know," I glanced up at Andy curiously, but he was being greeted by the rest of the people in the makeshift VIP area.
"So, you guys are actually together?" Oli asked, and I nodded.
"Yeah. I know there's this big thing thanks to Kova about it," I waved my hand as if to help illustrate. "She's so annoying."
Oli grinned. "Her daughter is a runner, though, isn't she?"
I'd like to run her over more like it.
"She's something alright."
Andy joined us. "Who is a what?"
"No one important." I spoke before Oli could, and he sent me a curious look.
"Well, come on, you two. Join the party!" he ushered us behind the rope, breaking the awkward silence that was starting to build.
Dude, there was even a private bar.
I quickly sat myself at it, Andys hand lingering at the small of my back as he stood beside me, ordering drinks; he might think he wasn't that jealous of a person but he always made it a point to be touching me in some way, staking guy claim, I guess.
"Nothing alcoholic for you?" Oli sounded surprised as the bartender sat my drink down.
"I'm not much of a drinker," I shrugged.
"Suprising considering Andy drinks liquor like a fish."
Andy shook his head. "I'm not that bad."
"Yes you are," Oli and I spoke at the same time, and then looked at each other with a grin.
Andy rolled his eyes, and reached for his drink. "Maybe I shouldn't have introduced you guys."
"Aw, don't be jealous, man. I would never steal yo girl."
"He would never have a chance," I squeezed Andys hand. "No offense."
Oli winked at me. "None taken... for now." He turned to Andy. "Well, your arm doesn't look that bad. Someone said you broke it."
"Nah, it just got cut up a bit. It wasn't that bad."
I frowned. But it could have been so much worse. Especially if Romochka was really involved.
"So, Leah, when did you decide dating Andy was actually a good idea?" Oli suddenly asked, interrupting my thoughts.
"Um, I'm actually not sure." I glanced at him. "I'm still trying to figure it out."
I hid my smile at Andys expression by taking a sip of my drink.
Oli grinned. "This one's a keeper, man," he slapped Andys shoulder. "Just like that girl over there needs my attention." His eyes suddenly lit on a blonde, and he disappeared into the crowd mingling by the other bar.
Andy turned to me. "Like it yet?"
"Well, I've definitely not seen any other party like this one," I said, swatting some confetti out of the air before it landed in my drink. "Like ever. And I've been to some parties."
When you partied with Xavier, you went hardcore.
Not that I would ever tell Andy that.
I just sent him a smile, and held on tightly to the bar as the floor beneath us throbbed with some insane beat my ears had never heard before.
"Talk about bass," I twisted on my stool, glad it was melded to the floor and wouldn't flip when I leaned against the back. "This is probably equivalent to an earthquake."
"Great, isn't it? Here," he slid a different drink to me. "Drink a little. Loosen up. You've been too stressed out."
"I didn't realize I had been," I took the drink from him regardless. "Do you want me wasted or something?"
"Ha, no. I want you to relax." he brushed my hair behind my ear. "That's why we came out this weekend, remember? So just relax. I got you."
I eyed the drink, then took a sip.
Strawberry daiquiri.
"If I start to embarrass myself I'll never let you live it down if you don't stop me," I warned.
Andy grinned, and leaned over to kiss me. "I just want you to have a good time."
I caught the collar of his T-shirt so he couldn't pull away.
"I always have a good time with you," I gave him another quick kiss. "Always."
His face softened the tiniest bit, and then he gave me another kiss before leaning away to greet one of his friends as they called his name.
You wouldn't think he knew so many people.
I watched him as he mingled.
I caught bits of the conversations, most of them people asking where he's been and why he hadn't been around in so long. And of course they asked where Ashley was.
Ashley was just the life of the party.
I rolled my eyes, and downed what was left of my second daiquiri, and waved for my third. I didn't need it, but I was going to have it anyway.
Oli and his pick of the night stumbled to the bar. He raised two fingers, and the bartender gave him his usual. The girl giggled, completely high (I could tell by her eyes and I was three stools down). She draped an arm around his neck, and whispered something in his ear.
I looked down quickly, not needing to know where that was heading. I downed half of my drink, and turned, spotting Andy finally making his way back to me.
"There you are! What took so long?"
"Sorry. I haven't seen a lot of people apparently," he shook his head. "And there ARE fans here, yknow."
"Well at least your seeing people you know." I sent him a smile so I didn't come off bitchy. I literally didn't know anyone here, but that could also be because I was such a recluse and really bad at mingling.
Huh.
"You wanna dance?" Oli suddenly called, and we looked over, seeing him and Sky High looking at us. "You've barely been out of the VIP area, Leah! You gotta dance off some of those drinks. If you can."
"Three daiquiris are not going to plaster me."
"Prove it!" he wandered a little ways from the bar. "Five bucks says you can't walk, let alone make it to the dance floor."
I rolled my eyes, and slipped off the stool. "I hope you're ready to pay up."
Andy caught my hand, looking slightly surprised.
Yeah, I hated dancing. I couldn't dance to save my life. But from the throbbing beat below, I bet I could just jump up and down and it be okay as long as I didn't fall.
"Really?" I glanced up at Andy. "You hate to dance."
"It'll be crowded; no one will notice if I just kind of flail around."
He chuckled, and we followed Oli the Party Bug downstairs to the dance floor, shouldering our way through until we found a good spot away from the speakers.
"Fifteen says she falls!" Oli shouted, green and pink lights swirling around his face as they kept with the music.
"Twenty says you first!" I shouted back.
"Deal!"

Notes

Leave a comment and tell me what you think!