He studies me for a moment. “You were with the bachelor party.”
“Yeah.” I nod.
“What kind of phone?”
“An iPhone X.”
“Uh huh. One of the girls said a fancy new phone got left behind. Come in.” He pushes the door open farther and I slip inside, surprised at how different the club looks with all the lights on. It’s nothing special, with the harsh fluorescent light making everything look dark and dingy. Rundown. There’s a guy about my age mopping the floor, and the bartender is behind the counter washing up.
“Come over here,” the bald guy tells me with a wave of his hand.
I follow after him, going through the very hallway where I made out with Jensen, pushing through a black door into a very dark, small room. There’s a bunch of chairs stacked in one of the corners, and a giant round table covered in all sorts of miscellaneous items. Discarded jackets, a small purse, a couple of wallets.
And my phone.
“This is our unofficial lost and found,” the bald guy tells me. “You’re lucky someone turned in your fancy-ass phone. Not everyone is that nice around here.”
I snatch up my iPhone and shove it in my pocket. “Thanks for letting me back in so I could get it.”
“No problem. Take better care of your phone.” He slaps me on the back so hard, I take a couple of faltering steps forward. “Now get the hell out of here. I wanna go home.”
I exit the room and make my way toward the doors, checking my phone as I walk. I have a text from some hot girl named Micki I met at a party a few weeks ago, before I was having serious thoughts about Jensen. I don’t bother answering her. Last thing I need is another woman in my life.
There’s a few other notifications, but nothing important, so I swipe out of everything and open up my Uber app.
“Hey, watch where you’re going,” a familiar voice says right when I collide with a very soft, curvy female. I grab hold of her waist to stop her, clutching fistfuls of a soft black sweater, and I realize quick it’s freaking Jensen.
The look she sends me is full of disgust. “Why are you still here?”
“Forgot my phone.” I hold it up to show her, then shove it into my front pocket. “Now if you’ll excuse me…”
I start to walk past her, but she stops me with her words. “You know, you were a real asshole earlier.”
“At least I don’t have to lie to make friends.” I turn to face her.
She crosses her arms. Thank God she has that sweater on. I couldn’t take another moment of staring at her perfect breasts on such obvious display. “You’re also a judgmental asshole.”
“Hey, I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of,” I remind her. I’m offended she called me judgmental, though I guess I was judging her earlier.
That hurt look crosses her face again, and I immediately feel awful for what I just said. What I’ve said and done the entire night.
“You ready to go, Jen?” The ferocious blonde who took over our table magically appears by Jensen’s side. She eyes me up and down, a frown on her pretty face. “This guy bugging you?”
“No.” Jensen hesitates, a sudden gleam in her eye. “Not really.”
The blonde sneers. “You need to get going, jackass. We’re closed.”
Remaining silent, I walk out of there, sick of all the bullshit. Sick, period. I swear I’m getting the spins. And my head is starting to pound. Too much alcohol will do that to a person, and it doesn’t help that I mixed my liquors either.
My ass is going to be hurtin’ tomorrow.
Opening my phone, I go back into the Uber app and start looking for a car to come pick me up. But after a little searching, I realize there isn’t one available.
As in…
I’m screwed.
“Fuck me,” I mutter as I open up a browser and start searching for a taxi service.