The smoke coming from the cigarette hanging between her lips trailed its way towards the neon-lit ceilings of the club. The music was blaring off loudly; the club’s speakers were banging off like pulsating hearts, but she loved the loudness of it because it silenced her thoughts. She had already finished four shots of vodka, but on the table were these unopened bottles of liquor that Cate thought she had to finish if she wanted to ignore things.
She could have gone home and slept, she knew, but everyone in the production was going out to celebrate their last day of taping. She tried giving excuses to their director, but it was no avail. And so there she was, at 11 in the evening, sitting in a booth along with their director, producer, some co-stars, Rosamund and Sandra. It was such a sore to the eye seeing Sandra in Rosamund’s arm. The brunette was on her phone, whilst her friend was all over on her. Just a little while ago, the blonde silently rolled her eyes upon seeing Rosamund placing kisses on Sandra’s cheek and neck. Hearing Sandra giggling as Rosamund was kissing her just made her feel very worse.
“I thought you’re going home early.” Alexa, the producer of the film spoke; the music was too loud, but Cate heard her clearly.
“I thought so too, but I’m enjoying.” The blonde replied, tossing some peanuts down her throat, “Besides, I might catch myself a pretty woman tonight.”
“That’s our girl!” The director chimed in, sounding a little drunk making everyone in the booth laughed.
Rosamund took a glass of Chardonnay and took a sip before placing it back on their table, “I’m sure you won’t go home with one woman tonight. With that black suit, that deep neckline and that red lipstick of yours, you will catch five, besty!”
“Oh, please…” Cate laughed, rolling her eyes at her and when she did, she caught a glimpse of Sandra looking so bored, with her arms crossed against her chest, “I might get flattered.”
Everyone laughed, except Sandra. Cate could see how she was trying to sit there and be nonchalant about any of them. The blonde shook her head thinking about how pathetic Rosamund was for thinking Sandra was really interested because she knew that the brunette wasn’t. She had an inkling that Sandra was doing it to make her jealous. She just knew her game too well.
Cate took a shot before placing the empty shotglass on the table with a slight bang, “Anyway Pikey, why don’t you take your pretty girl to the dancefloor? She looks so bored.”
With her remark, Sandra abruptly looked at her. Everyone in the booth looked at the brunette, trying to confirm the boredness Cate was talking about. Sandra, immediately shook her head, her face turning red and was obviously shocked at that remark. The brunette uncrossed her arms and offered everyone a laugh in lieu of trying to lighten the scene, but Cate knew her laugh was fake.
“Bored?” Rosamund looked at the brunette, “Are you, baby?”
“Of course not. Catie here must be joking.”
“Well,..” The blonde extended her arms on the couch’s armrest before man-spreading, looking so cocky and smug, “Take her to the dancefloor. Doctor Bullock needs to shake away the stress she has working in the hospital.”
Rosamund nodded in agreement and everyone else too, “Right. Shall we, my love?”
“Oh no, no.” The brunette shook her head, her hand waving dismissingly against Rosamund, “I don’t dance.”
“You don’t?” Cate asked, her tone full of mockery as she threw herself back to sit forwardly, her arms coming to rest against her knees, “Oh please, you danced for me.” Her tongue clicked before she pulled out her sweetest smile, “Remember?”
Their director chimed excitedly, “Really?” Her high, slurry tone echoed, “Dr. Bullock danced for you?”
Cate’s eyes glimmered as she gave their director a nod. The mirrorball on top of their booth shone underneath her cerulean eyes and it just made her eyes look even bluer. She, with so much intense, looked at Sandra. The spoken language flowed through the air, and Cate knew that despite not being together anymore, Sandra could still decipher it. She was threatening Sandra. Like a lion to a mouse. She wanted to make it look like she would skin her alive, wanted to make it appear as if she would vomit all her secrets out. Cate smiled at the brunette, her eyes full of taunting mischief, and Sandra, on her seat, froze. She knew what Cate was talking about.
“Yeah.” The blonde answered, her eyes remained glued to Sandra, “She did. So graciously.” She then smiled at the brunette once more, “So sexily too.”
“What do you mean so sexily?” Rosamund asked.
The blonde laughed, “You didn’t know?”
Sandra butt in, her hand coming to touch Rosamund’s lap, “Baby, it was nothing. Just for fun.”
“It was indeed fun.” Cate replied as she went on to manspread again.
Sandra sent her dagger looks, but instead of backing down, the blonde stitched a smirk and flaunted it proudly across Sandra’s face. The images of that night was coming back in to her. The tension. How Sandra’s Tshirt fell on the floor. How the brunette danced until her underwear kissed the cold tile. The way she grinded on Cate’s lap, like a teaseful meat begging to be devoured.
“You danced for me.” Cate spoke, “And I loved it.”
Sandra wanted to slap her in front of everyone, but couldn’t. With Cate’s words, she was rendered speechless. The mental images rushed into Cate a little faster and it just made her feel so hot. Before the blonde could even reveal the dance, she grabbed another glass and drank it on one go.
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The night was nearing its end, yet the bar was still packed. Most of their colleagues have went home already, but Cate stayed as she chose to let loose on the dance floor. The feeling of liberation crawled to the toes up to the ends of her hair, but after just an hour of dancing, the exhaustion seeped into her bones. With a satisfied smile on her face, the blonde walked towards the parking lot ready to close her night. She did plan to take home a woman that night, but she ditched her own plan. She did not need someone to fill her cup, she figured. And so instead of flirting her way around the bar, instead of buying out girls for drinks, the blonde danced alone in glee.
Cate was already on the parking lot as the rain started to pour. She hurried inside and the sounds of her heels clunk against the cemented ground. The parking lot was nearly empty; there weren’t that much cars anymore. She was trudging towards her own car when she spotted the two people she so dreaded of seeing.
“And they are still fucking here.” Cate stated silently as she stopped.
Sandra was leaning against the hood of Rosamund’s automobile. With her hands resting on Sandra’s waist, Rosamund stood before the brunette. Rosamund had her face by the brunette’s side, seemingly whispering something to her that Cate had no interest in knowing what. From meters away, Cate could feel the filth as she watched the two secretly.
There was something primal and masochistic about her. She knew the scene wasn’t good for her to see; she could feel the strings of her heart aching just by watching Sandra and her friend that way. Yet, instead of proceeding to her own car, she watched.
She couldn’t figure out what they were talking, but it looked serious. Rosamund, from holding Sandra’s waist, went on to cup the brunette’s face making their foreheads touched. It did not take any second more when Rosamund placed a kiss on Sandra’s lips and with that, Cate retreated. When Rosamund’s lips landed on the brunette’s lips, Cate took a step back. She couldn’t bare to see Sandra responding and so she walked away.
“I might need a woman tonight.” Cate mumbled as she took her steps back into the bar, unbeknownst to her were the tears streaming down her face.
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