- I thought he only went to the Lounge. - I say look disgusting when Ryder grabs the girl's back and kisses her.
- The Lounge? - Jane asks in a horny voice. - Don't tell me he's one of the fighters?
- The best in the club! - I sigh.
I told Jane about my experience at the Lounge club, but I omitted the fact that Ryder was a fighter. Jane will hear about the Lounge, but it was never at the club. For that reason, we agreed to go together sometime.
- Not that one! - Jane whispers in amazement, changing her voice from excited to frustrated. - What are they doing here?
I follow her gaze and stop at the track where Aron and Tiff were dancing. I mean, moving their bodies like they're fucking crazy. I take a long sigh and rest my head on one hand on the counter.
- They might as well do it somewhere else. - I say frustrated. - As if comments on campus weren't enough, now that. Let there be humiliation!
- What's that, friend? - says Jane hugging my shoulders. - You're prettier than her and Aron's an idiot for not realizing that.
I cross my arms making a face.
- I don't want Aron back! - I mean emphatic. - He keeps teasing me for nothing. He's angry because I don't take his calls.
- After all? Why would you talk to him again?
- That's exactly what I keep thinking! - I say sighing. - The problem is that he's arrogant enough to accept that, who lost, it was him, not me. That's why you keep doing these things.
- A retard, that's right! - says Jane.
I turn my eyes, sighing.
- I don't know what's worse! The porn scene on the south side... - I point in the direction Aron and Tiff were in, laughing with disdain. - Or the scene on the north side.
Jane releases a laugh when she sees Ryder almost eating the girl with clothes and everything, pressing her against the wall. We started laughing until Jane stopped and snorted.
- Well! - she says slowly. - It could be much worse!
I stop laughing by drying my tears.
- What could be worse than that?
- Tiffany could come here with all her slutty rolls.
- What's that? What's that? No! Believe me! We're safe here at the bar. - I mean putting my hands on Jane's shoulders. - Tiffany has a protocol of elegance. She doesn't go near the bar when there are waitresses to serve her.
- All right! All right! Only, that night, she decided to break it, then. - Jane says I'm turning towards the public.
- Oh, shit!
I curse to see that Tiffany has been walking like a wild cat towards where we were sitting. I force a smile when she stops in front of us.
- What do we have to do to be served in this den? - Tiffany's pin with her sarcastic smile.
- Hmm! Get out? Maybe? - Jane returns by making Tiffany snort.
She looks at me.
- What have you got to drink? - she says. - I'm so thirsty, you know? My boyfriend is very vigorous. Not just in bed, but on the dance floor too.
She smiles with debauchery and crosses her arms in an attitude of superiority, then continues.
- Isn't it amazing how fickle men are?
I sigh ignoring the provocation, so I turn around the counter and get a menu. Jane's holding my hand preventing me from continuing.
- You don't need a menu! - Jane says with a debauched smile on her face and takes the menu out of my hand. - I can suggest it myself. We have the blood of a fresh piranha, the saliva of a jealous bitch and my favorite, the tears of a frustrated porn actress. Which one do you prefer?
Tiffany growls showing her white teeth.
- How about tears from a meddlesome little cap? - she asks with disdain.
I watch everything as if I were watching a game of ping-pong, hiding a laugh with great difficulty.
- And where do you want it? - she asks, returning the provocation. - Your face or your perfect shoes?
Jane keeps her threatening, disdainful look on her face. Tiffany snarls closing her hands.
- Listen here to your dwarf project! - Tiff takes a threatening step in Jane's direction and points a finger at her face. - You think you're superior because of that bunch of frat guys, don't you? But it's not! You're shit under the sole of my very expensive shoe!
Jane lets out a long laugh for Tiff's attempt to insult her. Jane was shorter than her, she was shorter than me, but she wasn't frustrated with her height. On the contrary, it was known precisely for its average height.
- Certainly not! - she answers with disdain. - But I believe that if you spoil the beautiful little face that they idolize, you run a serious risk of losing your beautiful legs.
Tiffany grumbles, regains her composure and takes a deep breath. The fraternities loved Jane and did anything for her, including hurting people if I hurt her. She was the joy of the fraternities because of her animation and enthusiasm. None of them wanted to lose the star of their parties, because that made them more and more popular.
I take a step between the two and decide to end that madness before something
