Can I just start out by saying that I am never going out again? No parties, dates, balls, galas, shindigs, hootenannies, celebrations or any social events of any stripe.
Last night did not go well.
We weren’t in the door 5 minutes before we ran into my ex. It was fun being polite and pretending he didn’t humiliate me and destroy my self-confidence. Then it got interesting or horrifying, yep horrifying works better.
After meeting Oliver my ex said he thought I was here with “that other bloke, the one from Allie’s party?” he said he saw him a few minutes ago and just assumed. (When? Here? Now? AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Wait, Panic Button! Cloakroom!) I got to my bag and turned the bloody thing inside out (pretty much) before I realised I had left the panic button in my work jacket. (But I have a phone!!)
That’s when Oliver appeared at my side asking if I was okay (thinking my ex had rattled me.) I told him I had to make a call and tried to inconspicuously get some privacy. Of course for me inconspicuous meant dropping my bag and ploughing straight into... Daniel. (Bugger, have to not make a habit of this.)
He just smiled and said. “Hello there Friday, I didn’t expect to run into you, still your usual graceful self I see.” No words or language of any kind occurring to me, I opened my mouth but nothing came out but a small squeak. He rolled his eyes “Quite.” (Condescending prick) and turned to Oliver. “ Friday and I are work colleagues, Daniel.” He reached out and shook Oliver’s hand. (These two people should not be face to face!!!)
Oliver responded “Oliver Hi. I’m sorry did you call her Friday?” (This is not a sentence I ever wanted to hear!) Daniel smirked and said it was a little nickname from work and when Oliver asked “and do you call him anything?” I finally spoke, or rather blurted “Prick!” (Why!!!) Oliver noticed my sister looking for us and went off to get her saying “ It was nice to meet you.” And then to me “I’ll tell her you’re making a call I’ll see you in a minute.” (Bugger again.)
When Oliver was out of sight Daniel pulled me out of the way his tone of voice very different as he said very quietly “and whom, may I ask, could you be calling?” I pulled my arm out of his grasp and told him not to touch me he sniggered “That’s a big change, it wasn’t so long ago that you were aching for me to…” I didn’t realise I was going to slap him until my hand stung against his face. (I have to learn not to slap people who can kill me with their mind.) He just fixed his tie and said. “It feels like every time I run into you I’ve either kissed you or you’ve slapped me, I’m trying to decide which is more unpleasant.”(Hence Prick!)
He told me that if I tried to leave or start any trouble that I was putting my friends in danger, he reminded me how absolutely insignificant I am and how dangerous he is and for good measure he dropped my phone on the floor and stood on it before walking away. (That phone cost me 200 quid prick!!!)
After a while the night started to feel like normal, including the obligatory fight between my sister and her “perfect man” and him storming out while she’s all “I’m the victim, he’s so horrible to me.” (Trust me they’re as bad as each other.)
After too much champagne and a quick loo break I couldn’t find my sister. Oliver told me “She’s over there, dancing with your friend from work.” Not Good! (I want the power to make Daniel’s head explode, no one else, just him, that’d be great!) I could see them dancing smiling, flirting, I’d seen that face before. (aaaaaaand EXPLODE! No? Bugger!)
They came over and Daniel was all “Friday, you never said your sister was so lovely.” (I may vomit) I was so busy trying to subtly move my sister away from the evil, telekinetic hit man that I was caught off guard when he asked me to dance. (Dance with you! Of course not, for the following reasons…bugger!)
Ugghh! I can’t believe I had to dance with that prick. I never ever want to be that close to him again…ever. I asked him why he was doing this; I wasn’t making trouble why was he torturing me? He said, “Oh Friday, you think this is torture. This is just a pleasant distraction. Trust me, you don’t want to see torture.” That shut me up for a while until I saw him looking at something. I turned to see a woman, a seriously gorgeous, tall femme fatale type. She looked at Daniel and then nodded before walking off. When the music stopped he leaned closer and told me not to leave until he said so. He said if I did I’d watch both of them die. He then took off down a hallway after the mystery woman.
I know only an idiot would follow him but them I’m not all that smart now am I?
To Be Continued…..
(It’s a bugger being left hanging isn’t it, but I have work in the morning and a rather large amount of pizza, that just arrived, to consume.)