Last Night in Brizzy part4

I glanced at my watch; it had been fifty minutes. Even though we had been warned that it would take a long time before we felt anything, I was still starting to get worried. Maybe they were actually just crap. Was it possible that Sarah's guy had tried to screw her over? I doubted it, although I was starting to get anxious about it anyway.
I looked into the glass of what would be my first of many vodka redbulls for the night and saw that it was nearly empty. With one hand forward, I wormed my way through the crowds of people by slightly pushing them aside as I went. As I got closer I noticed Sarah was off to the outside corner of the bar, laughing hysterically, and I veered her way. The guy she was talking to looked like a complete bogan, backcountry tool, and I was surprised he had even been let inside. I was pretty sure that Sarah's laughs were being directed at him, and certainly not with him, but he didn't seem to notice. His lack of comprehension of the situation was most likely making her laughter even more uncontrollable.
"You doin' alright there Sarah?" I yelled. Stretching your vocal cords to their absolute limits is the only way you could possibly be heard when inside a club that pumped house music to a decibel level that could shatter glass.
"Oh, there you are, love!!" she screamed back before she threw herself onto me and jammed her tongue down my throat, "So good to find you again, I was looking everywhere."
Obviously, I was her excuse to leave, but I wasn't going to let her off that easy, "Who's this you've found here?" I asked, a level of secretive scheming behind my eyes.
"Him, oh he's such a gentleman, he's gone and bought me a drink, but we've got to get going…um…Jacob—?"
"Jason here, mate. How you goin'?" His voice was vivaciously deep and quite hoarse; he barely had to raise it to be heard. I didn't believe it could possibly be his natural tone. It was as though he was trying desperately to seem like a no-fear, croc-fighting, true-blue Aussie bloke. I assumed that if I handed him an ekkie there wouldn't be too many neurons to do damage to his hardly-functioning mind. "You've got quite a girl here, you do. Mighty pretty, she is."
"That's very true," I replied, "I'll tell you what Jason. Since you were so kind to go and buy my girl Sarah a drink, I'm gonna have to go ahead and let you take her for spin on the dance floor, what'd'ya say?"
"Well, alright—," he started.
"Oh! No, really," Sarah had begun to catch onto my game, "Really, I shouldn't."
"Why not, baby?!? Jason seems like a great—," I cut myself off as I saw the bartender come close, "TWO VODKA REDBULL, PLEASE!"
I looked back at Sarah just in time to see her eyes light up with a mischievous glint, "Well OK, I guess your right, Monty," Sarah screamed back to Jason and I, much to Jason's delight. I knew better. She must have been up to something in order to ever agree to actually dancing with a bulky dimwit, "But Monty, honey, do you really think he'd be good enough for our threesome later tonight?" Ahhh, there it was. "I mean don't you usually like to screw smaller men? I think it'd be weird to add to our collection of videos with someone as muscular as him." She punctuated the word him with a seductive squeeze of his tree-trunk bicep.
Jason's face had began to alter into an unattractive jumble of confusion and horror. Sarah had definitely won; she had set the stage for a more fun moment than I and I couldn't deny her the victory. "Well I guess you're right, he is big," I replied as I watched him through a make-believe camera viewer made with my finger, "but I want to branch out, baby," my voice had acquired the stereotypical gay twinge, "I think his muscles could be fun!" And with this last comment I curled up next to him, nestling my head into his brick wall of a chest.
Jason was not very pleased by this. He flinged me back into the bar and I was caught by Sarah as he wailed, quite scared, "Aghhh! Don't touch me, faggot! My mates warned me this was a freckin' puff bar! Screw you two!!" With that, Jason pushed his way to the crowd and towards the stairs to exit.
We immediately burst into laughter.
"The swine they let in here these days!" Sarah commented in her best pompish British, accent. Then switching back to regular old Sarah, "Nice try, Monty, but I'm just more creative then you are!"
"I had to give you that one, it was too good!" I replied, with a bow of defeat. Just then I realized the bartender was impatiently trying to get my attention, "Sorry!" I screamed, "How much?"
"Seventeen-Fifty!…Still!" It seemed I must have been keeping her waiting for one second. Much too long in the time frame of a busy drink server.
I passed her the plastic orange bill and gave her a thumbs up to let her know she could keep the change. Tipping is practically unprecedented in Australia, so if you want to be on a bartender's good side it only takes a couple of bucks.
I decided it was time to let Sarah know why I had decided to come over. "It's now been—," I looked at my watch, "—an entire fucking hour!!! I'm starting to get worried 'bout these, girl. I'm not feeling a thing!"
"Yeah man, I know…listen my guy told me that they might take a long time so just chill out a bit, alright?"
"You know, I hear what you're saying but I just—well screw that—let's just down another one, yeah?" When I get impatient, I always want to take another so that I can guarantee that it is going to hit hard.
"Alright man," she replied, "but I am warning you. He did say they were wicked creepers… You sure you wanna take that risk?"
"Wait, I'm sorry?" I replied sarcastically, "Who am I talking to. I guess you've been gone for so long; — I forgot you were such a little bitch!"
She looked at me with a smile that I knew meant I better not ever under-judge her. This was one of the reasons I liked her so damn much. She was always going to stay right with me when it came to drugs. We had the same level of tolerance (and endurance), so we were always going to be hand for hand, drug for drug. "You have the baggy I gave you, yeah?"
I threw back the same smile that she had just given me a moment ago, and she busted out in laughter, "I've got three left," I said.
"Well than thanks for the drink, are you ready? Bottles—"
"What the fuck, guys? I'm still not feelin' nothing!" Perry had just come over.
"We were just dealin' with that," I yelled back, "We're gonna have another one. You in?"
"Well I might as well," he hollered back with disappointment echoing through his voice, "You just talked 'em up so much, Monty. I was expecting a bit more."
"Chill out man. I have faith in Sarah's boy; he won't be trying to mess with her, he's upfront, ya' know?" Even thought I was so close to Perry, I didn't mind telling a bit of a white lie if it meant him chilling out a bit. Even if the drugs weren’t working I still didn't want an entire party of people freaking out on me. Hopefully they would kick in the way they were advertised, "But come on are you in for another one or what? Let it hit us hard right?"
"Alright mate, I just snorted a half in the bathroom but… fuck it, right?"
What a good group of friends I had. Always ready for a bit more. It made an addict like me feel as though I wasn't being an addict when I couldn't help but drop one more… which would turn into two more, and three more, and again, again, 'til five a.m. two mornings later and someone passes out. Only then does everyone feel like you they can finally end their night. Until then, the drug binge will never end. Sick, huh?
As I reached into my pocket, fingering a nondescript plastic baggie of a size used almost explicitly for illegal drugs, I saw a slight Indian girl on the other end of the bar. I recognized her at once. She was gorgeous. Her light brown skin and non-stop smile made me feel as though I was watching an ancient Persian princess. Her petite frame was sending wild images through my head. My mouth was practically watering just thinking of the amazing things I could do to such a tiny rendering of the female form.
"Oi! Monty!" Perry jolted me out of my trance-like state of clandestine sexual desires, "You still with us, mate?"


"Last Night in Brizzy, Ecstasy Anyone" will be finished soon in Part5… hopefully.

-strongmonty

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