It was a clubbing day

It was a clubbing day

Chapter 1

“No! Please no.” I pleaded with Claire.

Her and Molly exchanged glances. I was really scared now.

“Okay Claire, I’ll hold her down, you grab the hairbrush.” Molly instructed, before looking over to me and saying, “Katie, you have to brush your hair sometime. We are going out tonight, so try to make a little effort at least.”

“Why do we have to go clubbing anyways?” I questioned, trying to save myself from the beatification process they had planned.

“Because Uni’s over Katie.” Claire stated. And that’s all she stated, as if the completion of our first year of Uni was the reason that they had decided we needed to do some serious clubbing.

“Where are we going anyway?” Claire asked Molly.

Molly looked quizzically at Claire, then remembered what is was she was trying to remember and answered, “There’s this new one opening near the city, and I thought that’d be fun.”

After what seemed like another hour, my blonde waist length hair was tangle free and set in a way that actually looked quite decent, if I was allowed to be modest.

We all piled into Molly’s car, well not so much piled, as sat, as there was only 3 of us in a four seater car. Molly had been lucky enough to find a ‘Golf’, which was exactly ‘like a Golf’ on telly, for a killing of the price. And now she drove me everywhere.

“Move over Katie.” Claire instructed from the back seat. “You’re crumpling my dress!”

“I’m sorry, I don’t have any space.” I explained, as I smooshed my face against the window moving over.

“Molly, why can’t one of us sit in the front?” Claire pleaded-asked.

I stared at Claire with my mouth open, in the fashion of ‘did-you-just-ask-that?’.

“Because my hockey stick is there. That’s its seat.” Molly said matter-of-factly. It was Molly’s latest stick, and had seen her score the game winning goal in the last state league championship.

So we squashed around and jiggled in the car, all while screaming (some may even have ventured singing) along to the music blaring out of the radio.

“Sexyland.” I read. “That’s a strange name for a club, isn’t it Molly?”

“We’re not going there you tool, the place next door.” Molly slapped me on the head.

“Boobles Galore.” I began. “That sounds even worse. And stop killing my brain cells, I do actually need a couple remaining.”

We walked into a room filled with bubbles. When I mean filled, they were being shot out of machines, they were sliding down the walls and even the bartenders seemed to be wearing nothing but the bubbles that had obviously eaten their clothes. And that’s all there was. As per usual, we got there for the free entry, before people were there, and even before the DJ.

“Well. Yep. What do we do now?” I asked.

“Selfies!!” Molly screamed.

We spent the next hour taking photos of ourselves, in different poses, in different locations, and even photos of ourselves when we weren’t in the photos. No location was off limits, with the bathroom being the favourite lighting. We were so engrossed in our photography session, that we didn’t realise that people had steadily been turning up, and were beginning to get in the way of our bubbles.

“So, first round’s on me!” Shouted Claire, as the music was double what the loudest volume could be on my iPod. We soon lost her in the crowd, unsure of whether she was getting us alcohol, or the usual lemonades.

“So. Let’s get cracking.” Molly said.

“Cracking?” I asked. “Oh, right. Guy picking-uping. Gotcha.” I scoped out the scene, which was surprisingly hard when all the men were covered in bubbles. It either made them hugely attractive due to the majority of their bodies being covered by bubbles, or made them alien-like when the bubbles landed on their faces and resembled boils.

“How about those two?” I pointed to two men near us, that weren’t hideously unattractive, even bordering on good looking.

Molly fiddled with her strapless corset style dress before answering. It was a dark green colour, and tight around the top, then a short loose skirt below the hips. “Two? I’m good, but I don’t think I can take on two guys at once.” She laughed.

“You don’t get them both, silly. One is for me.” I scoffed, thinking the answer was so obvious.

“But you have Jazz. Why do you want to try with those guys?” She probed.

“I know. But one needs variety.” I said.

Molly’s jaw almost hit the floor. “You? Katie Smith, needing variety. That’s ridiculous. Up until last year, you didn’t even know what a guy was!” She teased. She was right, I wasn’t that fast when it came to those of the opposite gender.

“I totally did,” I began pleading, “I just didn’t know what their purpose was. I still don’t.”

She laughed at me and we made our way towards them.

They watched us as we approached. Or, that’s what I thought. They were in fact, as I glanced behind us, looking at the television screen. So to get their attention, Molly and I decided to show off some of our dance skills.

Avril Lavigne’s ‘What the Hell’ came on. We crumped, and did the splits, and some handstands, and their eyes hadn’t moved. Then I stacked it right in front of them, and I heard a laugh. When I looked up, the guys had finally turned their eyes away from the screen and were fixed on me face-planting the floor.

“Do you need any help?” He asked, as I peeled my face off the floor. His hand was outstretched towards me.

“Sure, thanks.” I replied when I was fully upright. I looked up into his eyes, and I meant look up because he was at least a foot taller than me. Although this was no huge feat, seeing as I was quite short. But good things come in small packages.

I looked around to see if Molly had also managed to grab the other guy’s attention, only to witness her still busting her moves, oblivious to the face-planting moves I’d just pulled. When she was in the zone, there was no stopping her, even the temptation of a semi-decent-not-too-ugly-male. When Avril finished, so too did the ever inventive and awesome moves from Molly. She looked around disorientated, until her eyes rested upon my body being held tightly by one of our targeted guys.

“Hey Katie, should I give you some privacy?” Molly teased as she reached us.

“No, please join us.” The other guy interjected. “I’m …

To be finished...

Chapter 2

“Please not again!” I pleaded, as Claire and Molly again sat in my room.

“It wasn’t that bad the last time.” Claire began.

“It wasn’t your fault the bubble had landed in the guy’s mouth as he was dancing and he nearly chocked, while accidently knocking over the DJ stand and shutting off the music.” Molly finished.

“Thanks.” I exaggerated the sarcasm.

My ideas...

Club speaks only French and German

Bubble club, in their eyes, can’t see

Character Profiles

Katie Smith

19

Blonde hair down to waist

Dating Jasper O’Myers

Molly Orange

19

Dark brown/black hair cut in the style of Agent 99

Professional hockey player

Claire Swan

19

Friend of Molly and Katie

Goes to Uni with Molly