The people around them have a laugh. Aron stands up and holds my arms trying, in vain, to pull me out of the nightclub and away from the people around him, following everything. Pulling my arm, I turn to him with a deadly look.
- Enjoy! - I mean by pushing Aron. - You guys deserve each other!
He stared at me as I ran across the track with millions of people staring at me. I pass the emergency exit to the sound of a big ovation. Feeling terrible, I sit on one of the steps in the darkest part of the alley. I don't know how long I sat on the step, crying in anger that I had lost so much of my life next to that asshole. I had been humiliated by him. All that idiot's friends knew and were covering for him. Now I knew why they were pulling my bag and distracting me every time Aron and Tiffany weren't around. I would never suspect, because they didn't even seem to like it.
From where I was, I could see when Aron ran out the back door behind me, but thanks to the protection from the darkness, he couldn't see me sitting on the other side of the alley. That's when I decided to get up and walk the streets. I had to think for a while, but I didn't want to go home, because it would be the first place where Aron would look for me. Instead, I just walked aimlessly through the streets of downtown. It was after midnight and some streets were pretty deserted. A chill overcame me when I thought I might be being followed. I run out when I hear the noise of bottles falling and stop frowning when I reach the corner of a block. There was loud music and a movement of people at the door of what looked like the entrance to a nightclub. Curious dry the tears and I walk to where the crowd is. I didn't know of any club other than the one I worked at. I didn't think it was possible there was another place in a five-block radius.
- Good night, miss! - a nice man dressed in an elegant suit greets me.
Smiling with my red nose and eyes shining on account of the crying, I sign replying.
- Good night! - I take a break looking around. - I was passing through the block and I've never seen that club before. You have a full house.
- Yes, but we are not crowded because the owner does not allow exceeding the limit of people. - he replied smiling. - If the lady wants to meet, the entrance is fifty dollars. There is a VIP area with cabins still available. If you wish, just talk to one of the girls in the lobby.
The man points to the entrance at the end of the alley. I bite my lower lip, afraid of what I'd see inside, but I'll still pay the entrance fee. Anything was better than wandering around town or going back to the UNY dorm. I walk down a dark corridor, from where you could hear the beat of a dancing song. I smile when I reach the end of the short corridor and one of the girls offers a box, but I choose to stay in the bar. I look around and see that the atmosphere was bigger than I thought. They were two floors divided into rooms with cabins and bar. On the ground floor, where I was, there was a dance floor in the center of the room, with tables around it. In front of the entrance, there was a bar and that's where I headed, sitting on one of the padded stools.
- Good night! - the bartender salutes me. I smile with sympathy for him. - Cuba Libre, Bloody Mary or Martini?
- My night is terrible, what do you recommend? - I ask, making a face.
- Problems with her friend, boyfriend or family?
- Ex-fiancé with ex-friend.
- Hmm! Complicated! - the boy sighs, then turns to the shelves behind him and grabs a bottle. He puts it on the counter with a little glass. - Have you ever had tequila?
- Honestly, no! - I answer by shrugging my shoulders.
- Oh, great! - he smiles again. - Then I'd like you to meet my friend José Cuervo.
He puts a dose in a little glass and gives it to me.
- There's no pain he can't cure. Drink in a single sip and you'll soon feel great.
Grabbing the little glass, I toast and do as he said. The liquid went down burning through my throat and I choke, shaking my face because of the heat that rises through my throat. The boy laughs and fills the glass again. Looking at it with a "you're serious" look, I look at the glass, but with the smile and the "go ahead" gesture that it makes, I repeat the process and this time the liquid doesn't burn so much.
- I like it! - I say shaking my face again. - Can I have the bottle?
- Sure! - he answers. - But I serve! So you don't leave here loaded by one of the boys.
He adds a plate with some chopped lemons and a salt shaker. He says it tastes better with that combination of flavors. We started talking and I'll tell him that I work as a waitress at one
