14. The Night Club.

[Claire]
Maybe I should take Sophie and Michele up on their offer, my head was swarming with thoughts.
I was disappointed and devastated, I wondered if my mother had really died like my father had led me to believe.
I wondered how he was feeling now, I wondered if he had tried to find me, I knew that I had been very careful but I know my father would have already found me if he truly wanted to.
Maybe he was happy to be rid of me.
I suddenly felt very exhausted. I watched through the glass window of the diner as Mr. Clemens picked up a phone call. I couldn't make out what he was saying but since he kept tapping on the brown envelope that contained my mother's information, I guessed it had something to do with the search.
I guess he was already making plans to expand the search, now I needed more money because he had just told me that searching outside of Copenhagen was going to cost me more than it usually did.
Maybe I was going to take Bernard up on his offer or ask my boss for a raise, I didn't know which I would do.
As I walked back to the taxi stand dejectedly, the only thing missing was a sad playlist and a sudden rain to make this into a Hollywood movie scene.
I checked the time on my phone and it was later than I would have liked, but I guessed the dark weather ought to have given me a hint, but I had thought the grey skies was because of my misery, a joke obviously, but I really didn't pay much attention to it.
I flagged down a taxi but as I was about to get into it, a woman pushed past me and got into the taxi.
"Hey, I flagged it down first," I yelled but she slammed the door shut and the taxi drove away.
Add this on top of my already unstable state.
I threw a fit.
I stomped my feet in heels on the ground, not very subtle of me but I was too angry at the time to care, I flipped the taxi as it rode away from me and I screamed at them.
"Are you okay ma'am, I stopped that taxi, you can take it, I'll wait for another." A man tapped my shoulders lightly and pointed to a taxi that had stopped a few meters before me.
I looked around in embarrassment, people were already staring at me, I guess the quiet neighborhood was not used to such noise.
"I'm sorry, I'm just having a bad day." I apologized.
"Been there." The man smiled at me. "I hope this ride cheers you up though." He said and pointed to the waiting taxi.
"Oh, that was for r-real, thank you very much, sir." I stammered out and walked towards the taxi.
The man waved me goodbye and the taxi drove past him and I waved him goodbye too, then I placed my head in my palms and cried my eyes out.
I don't know how long I cried for before the driver noticed and passed me a box of tissues, I just felt something poking my hand and when I raised my head up, it was the tissues.
"That bad huh?" He asked as if he already knew the problem.
"Thank you." I sniffed and accepted the tissues, I did not want to know what I looked like right now.
"You headed home?" He asked and that was when it hit me.
Sh*t I hadn't even given him an address.
"Um, actually no, it's Friday night, I think I'll just go to a bar or nightclub, I think I'm ready to get wasted." I didn't want to cry anymore and if I went home, I would just end up crying throughout the night.
"Well, that's certainly an option, while you're at it, consider getting laid too." He offered and I blushed.
"Thanks, but I think just alcohol would do." I laughed and tried to mask my blush.
"Okay, any personal preferences?" He asked.
Preferences, I wasn't a clubbing expert, I didn't know anywhere but I didn't want him to think of me as a prude so I said. "Oh, I'm sick of these old clubs, can you take me somewhere cool."
Yeah, I know, you don't have to say it.
"Of course, I'll take you to the most elite of clubs."
***
The taxi driver did me the favor of accompanying me to the bouncer, he spoke some Danish words to him and the big hulk of a man smiled at me, giving me entrance into the club.
He said his name was Hans and I smiled at him. I didn't even think there would be a line but the line was so long. I was glad that my taxi driver had helped me. I didn't even get his name before he pecked my cheek and rushed off.
As soon as I entered the club, I wanted to turn back out, it was not a place that I was used to, the music was so loud I could hardly hear myself and the lights were flashing and mostly dim, I couldn't really see unless a brighter light flashed.
This is not good for the eyesight I thought, but then I spotted the bar and all thoughts vanished from my mind.
"Can I get a drink please, or maybe two?" I cringed at how dumb I sounded.
"For you, anything." The bartender smiled at me, he was very handsome but I wasn't interested, though a little flirting never hurt anyone.
"I just want to get wasted tonight." I smiled at him and tapped the shot glass with my nails, they made a clicking sound and his eyes shot to my nails before coming back to my face.
"White nails." He had a huge grin. "I know just what to serve you."
I thought of telling him that I was an amateur drinker or maybe that I didn't drink but I didn't.
He poured a yellowish drink into two shot glasses and passed one to me.
"To getting wasted tonight." He said and clinked his glass on mine.
"Cheers." I did the same and we both swallowed the drink in one go.
And that my friends was how the walk of shame started.
Don't forget that I had already had one shot of vodka with Sophie and now I was at a club already drinking my third shot, I think.
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[Luke]
I knew I'd have to be in the mood to be able to f*ck somebody so I decided to get some drinks in my system.
I went to a very popular nightclub that Liam had told me about, I had never been because of my status, not that royalties can't go to clubs but my situation was pretty complicated with the having to cover my face thing.
What if I got so wasted that my shade fell off, then my real face would be shown to the world the next day, on the front page of a magazine, the opposite of what my father wanted because it would not be good press, it would be a scandal.
And if there's one thing royal families hate, it's scandals.
It was pretty easy to get into, the bouncer knew Liam and mistook me for him, I did not even bother correcting him.
The club was lit, I would not deny, it reminded me of my college days in America.
If there's anything Americans love, it's the nightlife.
I was about to go to the Vip lounge when I realized that today I could be anyone I wanted to be, nobody knew me as a prince, in the worst-case scenario they would think Liam was the one who got sh*t faced.
I just hoped he didn't plan to come here tonight.
The bar was my favorite part. It was the best place for a man to drown his sorrows, the bartender was a woman and she'd had so many lip injections, her lips looked like they'd been stung by a wasp.
The upside to that though, is it would feel so good wrapped around a d*ck.
She seemed to get the memo because two drinks later, she was pulling me from my chair and to the storage compartment.
She was a blonde, blondes were okay, but I would've preferred a fiery head right now.
"What are you doing?" I asked as she pushed me back against the wall and dropped to her knees before me, her hands on my laps.
"I'm gonna take care of you." She smiled and parted her full lips, she bit her lips as she reached for my zipper and pulled it down slowly.
She was good, I couldn't deny it, I looked down at her taking my d*ck in and out of her mouth and I groaned.
She was really good at deep throating and all but I doubted I would c*m, it was another issue that I had.
I couldn't c*m except with my hands, I often had to finish myself whenever I was done with most women.
Only one woman didn't give me that issue and she had happened to be the biggest snake of all, Crystal.