𝓉𝓸𝒾 ℯ𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝒾 𝘤𝓸𝑛𝑡𝓻ℯ 𝓬ℯ 𝓶𝑢𝓇 ⎯⎯ Joost Klein

2. Charming Prince

Entering this bar was a pain in my ass, truly. 1st world war was probably easier than this shit. Excuse my language again.

It was though worth it. The interior was a vibe. Red lights, vintage decoration, a F1 car on the ceiling, people dancing together, a sort of artistic debauchery.

I quickly made my way to the bar counter, ordering a sex on the beach, coasting as much as a kidney.
With my beverage in hand, I had now in mind to find my friends. Once more, it was going to be a hard task. I tried to make my way through all of those moving bodies in trance. I liked for sure the place. I loved to watch people. Imagining their lives. Their joys. Their sufferance. I felt so tiny and alive.

I finally had my friends in sight, seeing them laugh and try to dance. I said "try" for a reason. You can tell me whatever you want, us, white people had a weird sense for moving our bodies. Not all of us for sure. But quite a lot. Me included don't worry.

"Giiiiirl, finally, what were you doing? Saw a handsome guy and went with him in the bathroom or what??"said Mariska.

"Yeah, but men finished so quick I had the time to take a drink." I winked at her.

"Bitch, I finish in at least 30 minutes." John shouted.

John is one of my best friends here. The guy's funny as fuck. Our love language is to trash talk each other.

"That's what they say yeah."

At this point I was laughing, what's funnier than triggering men's ego? I am asking you.

I finally seated on the sofa/bench. Talking to friends and laughing was helping me recharging my batteries. Not my social battery though. It would take me days to be able to go out again in a bar like this.

While bitching with John, the DJ played a song from Stromae. Mariska came to me so fast and grabbed my arm.

"We have to dance girl. I swear I wanna dance so bad, come with me!" shouted Mariska in order for me to understand with all this music.

She had to say no more, I was taking my drink, and went with her.
I loved to dance on Alors on danse.

My mind was so empty, dancing here with my friend and singing. Loved the feeling.
Tous les mêmes was now coming, and with it, Benjamin, the one and only crush. He had the clear intention to sing with us.

"Hey, do you want to grab a drink at the counter girls? I need one for my life's sake." He told us.

"For sure!!"Shouted Mariska.

"Following you guys!" I replied quickly.

We finally ordered shots and vodka/redbull. The regrets will come tomorrow morning. Now was the time to enjoy.

A group of guys were right next to us on the counter. Their style was prime Dutch. Like, grunge Y2K and "I don't care what I am wearing but still make efforts". I didn't have the time to look at them longer as Benjamin grabbed me to sing along with him in French.

We kinda looked crazy but it was hella funny.
When the song finally ended, Mariska shouted.

"Frenchies are on fire tonight!!"

Benjamin and I laughed and expressed that it was nice to be able to sing in our mother tongue.

My nickname was, by the way, Frenchy, everybody called me like this. My name rarely escaped their mouth.

Benjamin told me that he was taking Mariska on the dance floor. I winked at him and made an apparent smirk.

I was thus alone at the bar, looking at my friends going through the crowd. I took advantage of the "calm" to sip on my drink. Singing like a dumbass was more tiring than we can think.

I could see a form in my peripheral vision. I turned slightly to see a tall guy, blonde hair almost white and huge sunglasses.

"So, Frenchy are you?" he asked me with a smile on his face.

"Are you trying by any mean to make a move on me? By any chance?" I replied sipping on my watery vodka/redbull.

I heard all of his friends laughing at my answer. It made me smile, especially since I saw his happy face fading a little.

"Hey, don't worry, t'was cute, I am just sarcastic hun'." I spoke for the second time giving him an honest smile.

"Gosh, I felt like I had a heart attack." He stated honestly.

"In fact, that's usually the effect I had chéri." I laughed.

"So Frenchy and cocky huh?"

"Don't those two words mean the same thing?" I replied on the spot, "But I would have said humble, that sounds more like me".

I was letting myself go clearly. I was a bit tipsy, and the guy was kinda cute, despite him being a lot taller than I do, towering me. His smile specifically was something.

God forgive me those cringe thoughts.

Before he could continue the conversation, Mariska came and took my hand, bringing me to dance with her, once again. I loved this life. Thinking about nothing more than dancing, having fun and enjoying myself.

I felt somebody going near me, and when I looked over my shoulder, I saw the cute bar boy. I gladly accepted to share a dance with him. His gaze was intoxicating. He had one of those looks you can and want to sink into. The devil must have sent him to earth with that look.

Once again, my thoughts went far away from my conscience.

I don't know how long I have been dancing with him but gosh I liked it. More than I should. He told me that he was going to grab a drink quickly and would come back soon. I was searching for my friends, when I saw them, Benjamin, John, and Mariska made a sign for me to come along with them.

I joined them, they told me they grabbed my things and that they were going back home.
When I took my phone, I saw it was already 3am. I would definitively hate myself tomorrow.

I gave a look to the dance floor, he wasn't here. I looked at my friends and went with them outside. A taxi was already waiting for us.
I guess it made me like Cinderella, fleeing my charming prince.

But what a charming prince...