So at university we have to do these borderline hippy/self finding units in order to pass our degree. For one I had to write a 500 word short story on a real life experience. This seemed fine as I decided to go with a night that happened at the start of the year.
‘Typical Saturday night!” She thought as she wandered through her routine night out. “Same place, same music, same stereotypical indie,” and it bored her. Even her friends seemed to have grown old to this place resorting back to the average clubs leaving her alone with very few friends. “Ah the bar, the only one that understands me,” Holly thought as she struggled through the crowd to be reunited with her long lost love. She stood there ordered her drink, when a boy caught her eye. He was familiar, but somehow didn’t fit in. Recognizing strangers was not new to Holly after all alcohol was both friend and foe, with which she constantly struggled. He saw her looking and decided to approach her without hesitation.
He was skinny, pale, with a slight gap in his two front teeth and was donning a buttoned up chequered shirt. Such confidence was not normally held in boys of such description and this intrigued Holly so she waited. “Hi I’m Nic,” he said hand out to shake. The sight of a boy in a nightclub offering a hand shake made Holly scoff, but she shook it anyway, after all the usual had began to bore her. They began to talk and Holly grew more and more intrigued by this strange boy. He was mature yet, held the typical stature of a boy no older than twenty.
The night drew on and Holly and Nic continued to drink and talk and were joined by Nic’s friends an odd mix of old and young all wearing attire quite not like the rest of regular attendees of such nightclub. They were from Melbourne and Holly coulnt help but ask why they were in boring old Perth, “Err, we’re kind of famous, we’ve been touring around a bit” said the oldest Neil. It all made sense, yet Holly was not fazed, she had been searching for something to mix things up and these guys seemed to fit. So the night went on with rampant discussions of everything from coffee to clothes to the fierce taste in music. Holly felt at one and it made sense to go back with the band after the night had ended, the ample amount of alcohol in her system seemed to agree.
They arrived at the hotel and continued to drink from the mini bar. Holly was at first hesitant over the silly idea of how the mini bar was ridiculously overpriced, but when the rest drank freely she began to feel at home. “So this is the life of a rock star” she thought not bothering to mix the spirits, nor pour it into a glass. Nic approached’ her laughing at her ability to outdrink, not only him, but the rest of the band. “I don’t normally bring girls back to the hotel room, looks like your one of us now,” taking her hand and leading her into his bedroom. Holly wondered if that was a lie, “surely they had groupies?”.
The thought quickly left her as Nic began to kiss her neck to which she knew what came next. He undressed and Holly drunkenly resorted back to her routine in which she so much despised. He was kind and gentle but, just like the others after the same thing. He was famous, wealthy, the world at his finger tips, yet still after the same thing and this made Holly come to a halt. The night had been like no other until that very point and Holly realised she wanted to keep it that way. She abruptly stopped what she was doing, dressed and kissed Nic goodnight, walking away from a rock star.
p.s Names of course changed
p.p.s. I didn't leave in real life but rather it ended with me doing a 10am dash out of the hotel lobby shoes in hand and dressed in the night before's clothes dignity left some where in the hotel room.