It is Saturday night and not a thing to wear Cannot entertain the thought of what to do with my hair It's getting late and my hair is still not straight Putting on eyelashes, oh, I really hate But they distract the boys from looking at my hair And the fact that I have nothing to wear Run out the house to catch a cab Freshen up my lipgloss, just a dab In front of the club, I finally arrive Open my wallet, no money, I realize So how'd you like my poem? First poem I've written since about the sixth grade. Now, to the good bit. On Saturday, I went to Beastin' one of the best and only hip-hop music events that's worth going to. My friends and I had reserved a table with bottle service so that we could really get our drink on. I had a really hard week and only had one goal: to get totally loaded. While waiting on a fresh bottle of rum, I looked around, looking for something to look at. Then I saw him. He towered over pretty much everyone at 6'6 and had a smile that lit up the club, despite the dim lighting. He was already looking at me. He raised his glass to me and I realized that I didn't have a glass to raise back. "I don't have a glass." I motioned with my hands. Just at that moment, someone shoved a glass of rum and coke into my hand. "Hey, I have one now." I motioned again. I had to laugh at myself for trying to communicate in drunken sign language. When he smiled at me, I felt this warm feeling. It was like someone hugging me without even touching me. My heart started to race and I felt a little light-headed. I knew it couldn't have been the alcohol because I had only had half of rum and coke and that compared to my normal standards was nothing. I was still fully capable of operating heavy machinery. Later I was chatting with the girls, when I felt someone hit their glass against mine. I looked up to see the guy from before. He seemed much taller than before, despite me having on the highest heels that I own. I felt small compared to him, but I think that's when my primal instinct kicked in. They always say that women like men that are bigger/ taller than they are because they feel as though the man could protect them. Considering that I couldn't wear heels around B because of his height, this feeling was very new to me. I liked it. "Now, I did it right." He said, taking a sip of his drink. Just like that, he was gone. 'Awww darn it!' I thought slightly balling my fist. A while later, I was on my way outside to get a breath of fresh air. Struggling to get through the crowded club, I felt someone close behind me (as if that was anything new, considering this particular event is ALWAYS crowded). I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around. "Hey, may I accompany you outside?" He asked in a gentlemanly manner. A little stunned that he was so polite, "Yeah...uhh...yes." I stuttered. He followed me out onto the terrace, where we sat close together on a bench. He stretched out a very (I mean VERY, folks) muscular arm with an equally gigantic hand attached to it (that would make my own hand look like those of Thumbelina). "I'm Beast." He said. I took his hand and it swallowed mine in a handshake. An electric shock shot through my arm as soon as we touched. 'Well, I used to have a hand there.' I amusingly thought to myself. "Nice to meet you." I said, happy to see that my hand was returned in one piece. We chatted outside for a while before I decided to go back inside to go check on my friends. I didn't really want to leave but I couldn't just desert my friends for the half of the night. "I'm sure we'll see each other later." I promised as I disappeared into the crowd. Sometime later I found my friends, drinking by the bar. "Hey, Beast was looking for you." Said one of my friends. "Really?" I said, looking a bit surprised and kind of flattered. I stayed with my friends until they had scattered themselves around the club, then I figured I might as well do a few laps too. Outside on the club's terrace, I sat on the bench, a little tired from walking around in my too-high-heels. A guy, who was sitting on the other side of the bench, slid closer to me. "Hi. How are you?" He said, slurring his words together. I was instantly put off. "Hi." I said unenthusiastically. He blabbered on about something for a few minutes, before I realized that Beast was standing but a couple feet away with his friends. He was watching me with his ice-blue eyes. I smiled at him 'Rescue me!' I thought. As if he could read my thoughts, he walked over to where I was sitting and sat down next to me. The other drunk guy apparently got the message and left. "Here you are." He said. "I asked one of your friends if you might have already left." He confessed. It was getting late and the music inside had already been turned off, so I knew I had to make a decision soon. To go home alone or not to go home alone, that was the question...
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