"Oh God, that was awkward." I sink back into the seat of the taxi.
"What was?" Trish's eyebrow rises.
"Before you came in my mum basically forced Tom to compliment me."
She sucks in a breath through her teeth. "Eeks."
I sigh and cover my face. "God, my life sucks so much."
"No it doesn't." She slaps me on my arm, making me drop my hands. "After tonight you'll be like Tom who?"
"I really doubt that," I huff.
"Trust me. With me as your wing woman, you'll be leaving with the hottest piece of ass we can find."
I just roll my eyes and look out the window.
We enter a club which is busy enough to keep your eyes busy but not so crowded that you're tripping over people. Trish grabs my hand and drags me to a free table near the bar.
"You sit. I'll get the drinks," she says and pushes me onto the high stool. I watch as she makes her way to the bar and leans over it to display her ample bosom, instantly grabbing the barman's attention. She knows how to work men. I guess maybe this night might not be a complete failure. She returns with two glasses slotted in the nook of her folded arm and two shots in her other hand. I help her place them on the table as it looks like they're all going to end up on the floor. I down a shot and take my vodka and red bull from her and take a swig. My face screws up at the tang but I need it to keep me alert and focused. Her emerald eyes are wide, staring at my chest as she sips at her glass.
"Your boobs look amazing. I mean seriously, I just wanna-" Next thing I know, she's got her hands on my breasts and giving them a squeeze. I can't help but laugh as I try and push her off me.
"Hey, that looks like fun. Can I have a go?"
Trish scowls at the guy stood beside us who's licking his lips greedily.
"Fuck off," Trish snaps making him lift his hands as if to surrender and then he disappears into the crowd.
I raise an eyebrow at her. "Are you sure that these guys are better than my folder? Because it doesn't seem that way to me."
"Don't let that guy put you off." She leans in close and nods to the left. "Check out the guy the grey t-shirt."
My eyes follow the tilt of her head. There's a guy stood by the wall laughing with his mate. He's tall, nice build, tattooed sleeve with short blonde hair styled into a I can't be arsed look which probably took half an hour to perfect. I nod with approval.
"Not bad." I turn back to Trish. "But he's with a mate. I can't just walk up to him."
"Sure you can."
"No I can't. I'm not you. I already feel way over my head."
Her eyes shift to the guy then she slaps my arm giddily. "His mate is leaving. Time to dive in."
She hops off her stool with her glass in hand and tugs me down.
"Trish, I can't."
"Sure you can."
I reluctantly leave the table and she grabs my hand.
"Have you ever watched How I Met Your Mother?" she asks.
"Well." She grins, "It's time to play 'Have you met Ebony?'"
My heart sinks to my feet and my eyes widen. "No, no, Trish, seriously."
She grins mischievously and next thing I know, we're in front of the hottie.
"Hi!" She leans into his ear. "Have you met Ebony?"
She gestures to me and he smiles. I smile back sheepishly. Even though the baseline of the music is thumping and there are people all around us, I feel so exposed in the silence that falls between us. Then his grey eyes light up and a smile curves on his lips. Trish exits and blends into the crowd.
"I don't believe I have. Hi, Ebony," his voice is soft and cheery. I can feel myself blushing.
"Hi..." I manage to say.
He leans close to my ear because the music is drowning us out. I can feel the warmth radiating from his body. "I'm Brad."
"Hi, Brad," I reply then feel like an idiot because I've already said hi but I'm so nervous I don't know how to proceed.
"I like your name," he smiles and takes a swig of his beer.
"Thanks," I smile back.
"You seem nervous."
"It's because I am," I laugh.
"I'm not that scary, am I?"
"No, not at all," I laugh. "It's just been a very long time since I've done this."
"Just got out of a relationship?"
"I see." He half frowns. "Can I say that you look very pretty tonight?"
"Of course." I grin. "You're not so bad yourself."
He shrugs nonchalantly. "I try."
I laugh and touch his arm so he knows that I'm interested. He takes the hint and leans in to my ear.
"What brings you here, Ebony?"
I get a rush when he says my name and I hold my lips to his ear.
"I'm trying to forget about someone."
He laughs a little. "Would you like me to help you with that?"
"Like you wouldn't believe."
He pulls back and shows me a sultry smile which makes a heat spread between my thighs.
"I'll tell my mate I'm leaving. I'll meet you outside?"
I bite my lip to suppress a grin. "Sure."
He walks into the crowd and I watch his shoulder blades ripple underneath his thin shirt. A slap on my arm pulls me out of my daze. I blink hard and see Trish gleaming at me.
"So...what happened? Where did he go?"
I grab her hands and bounce up and down giddily.
"I'm leaving with him."
"Score!" She wraps her arms around me and squeezes me. "Promise me you'll fuck him until you can't even remember what Tom looks like."
I laugh and pull away. "I'll try."
"You will," she corrects me.
She grins and slaps me on the ass. "Go get him girl!"
And I do.