Page 12 of Capo Baby, All Of Your Heart Will Do
I walk through the door wide-eyed, flipping my long black hair over my shoulder, my lips turn up, looking for my girls. I look at my cell to look for any new texts.
Nada.
“Noelle,” Heather yells, waving her hands leaning against the bar countertop.
Fucking hell, she’s already drunk. Yeah, I want a drink.
I push my hair back from my face; smiling, I take long, quick strides, tapping my heels into the black tiled floor.
“Nemo, where are the bitches? I need a Long Island iced tea,” I say, laughing at Heather.
I call my friend Nemo because I always lose her in the club. I wave my hand to the bartender smiling.
The bartender walks over, nodding.
“What can I get you,” the bartender says, placing his hands on the bar countertop.
“Long Island iced tea,” I say, laughing.
“Fuck, you’re in one of your moods. Kora and Tracey are in the restroom,” Heather says, laughing.
“Yeah, Dad dearest was being his usual bossy asshole self. He has his men following me everywhere, and he warned me of not fucking around,” I say, tapping my long red nails on the bar countertop.
As if I do fuck around. Not that I don’t want to, but it just hasn’t happened. But I will make damn sure to fuck around now.
The bartender places the drink in front of me.
“Thanks, Hun, please bring me another one,” I say, taking the glass and drinking half of the Long Island iced tea. I turn to look into the club, holding the glass.
“Fuck Sassy, that sucks,” Heather says, shaking her head.
My bestie likes to call me Sassy because of my mouth.
Fuck!
It’s part of who I am, or should I say, who I was forged to be in order to survive.
“Yeah, but I don’t want to talk about it. Are there any hunks in this club,” I ask, taking a long pull of my drink?
I smirk, closing my eyes, feeling lightheaded as I sway to the music.
Yeah, I’m a little drunk, but it’s fuckingtastic. I want to have fun, fuck a hunk, and my Dad be damn.
I finish off the rest of my drink, laughing and throwing back my head.
“Sassy, yeah, I see a lot of hunks,” Heather says, laughing.
“Fuckingtastic! Tonight, I’m having fun,” I yell, waving my hand looking at the bartender.
The bartender nods, and a few minutes later, she brings me another drink.
“Thanks, doll,” I say, laughing, taking the glass. I take a long pull, smiling as I look around the room.
“Sassy, take it easy,” Heather says, laughing.
“Nemo, I’m good. I want to have fun, and don’t worry,” I say, smiling.
I drink my Long Island iced tea and dance to the music, waving my hands up in the air.
