Fireworks, Fights, & Fun tymes at THRUST
When people become under the influence of a control substance, they tend to do more than they should sometimes, the little part of their brain that says “no, hold back there will be consequences” is somehow diminished between the openness of ecstasy and enjoyment. Last night at club THRUST with my friends was no different.
The atmosphere began uncomfortably. Nobody was sure what to expect since it was brand new. My friends who included, Candice, Spencer, Chris, Myke, and Candice’s friend stood talking to one another as I kept going to get more sweet adult alcohol. Two dollar shots, I was so there. Soon there everyone started to enjoy themselves as the good songs began to be played. I downed another Malibu and Pineapple before the lady even came back to get my money and I was back onto the dance floor with my friends. Take one part myspace, one part tigerheat, and one part xy and blend them together and you would have got the mixture of what people made up the club. I constantly bumped into people that I have either talked to online or I have met.
During some song I look over and who do I see, Angelo. That is when things started to get entertaining. Of course he had come with AJ, the guy that we befriended near the end of our relationship. The guy that Angelo talked nothing but shit on but when it became convenient to use him he would make sure he would. “Make out with me, Cory is right there,” I heard him say to him. Pathetic I thought, here I am enjoying the night with my friends and all Angelo can think of is trying to find ways to push my buttons. This continued as be bounced from friend to friend, trying to find one that will make out in front of me as he kept looking over at me while he was doing so. Ridiculous, my friends and I thought. The sad part was the fact that he doesn’t care about any of those people and he’s only doing it to try to spite me, I personally didn’t know I have such the impact on someone to do something like that. Oh well. No biggie. He’s the loser not me.
That’s what I thought before he started dancing right next to us and elbowed me. Of course this is where being in the openness of ecstasy and enjoyment took over, I was tired of his shit. Tired of him using people to get at me, tried of this Chicago reject, and I returned an elbow into the center of his back. He turned around and started to say something, I could tell he was drunk like I was. As adrenaline started rushing through my blood stream I knew I wasn’t going to let this one settle. “Fuck you mother fucker let’s go!” I yelled at him as he started to say more slurred malicious jargon. Then he took an unexpected swing, I moved my head back in a drunken daze as his hand missed my face. That was all I needed to warrant what I did next. My arms are longer than his so I knew he was in striking range and I sailed my hand through the hot club air nailing him right in the side of the cheek. He stumbled has his friends grabbed him, and pulled him away.
Ten minutes later the owner of the club approached me and said he needed to speak to me in the back. I thought shit, first time coming to this club and I am going to get kicked out. The older gentlemen asked me what happened and I told him the truth, there was a confrontation… we took swings at each other… I apologize… it won’t happen again. The guy just looked at me and that is when my eyebrow raised. When people are drunk they become in a drunken state but that small conscious intelligent voice is still wide awake. “You know,” I started with my plan as I put my hand on the man’s shoulder, “this is a really nice club you guys started, and I’d hate for its opening night to be its last. The real problem isn’t this, your problem is that guy that started shit with me. Oh he is drunk, and he is also under 21.” The owner grabbed his radio and asked where the guy was that had told on me (the one trying to get me kicked out, Angelo.) The owner told me to follow him outside where Angelo was sitting on the ground. “That’s the fucking asshole,” was the last thing I heard from him, his voice quivering, the reflection of the sushi bar’s neon lights illumining his eyes, stained with tears and red. “Is this the guy that’s under 21?” asked the owner. “Yes it is.” The owner looked at me unsure what to do and finally he said, “okay you may go back in have a good night.” I went back to my friends who yelled and cheered and gave me high fives. Some cute girl later approached me and asked why I had gotten into a fight with him, I didn’t have time to tell this stranger the whole store of this pathetic individual and simply said, “he’s an asshole and lies, tells people his mom is dead when she’s not.” “Oh,” the girl said, “well your more cute than him anyway.” I thanked her and we went outside to get some air.
Later in the night I saw AJ again and I thanked him. He told me that Angelo hates me more than anything and I told him I didn’t understand why since I never did anything to him in the beginning. AJ said he didn’t know, but only said that Angelo keeps bringing me up all the time. Why can’t some people just let others go. I saw Joe and Paul and told them what happened. Paul said not to worry about it because I’m better looking anyway, and I called Ryan to share the situation but I guess he was sleeping, oh well I will tell him tomorrow about the experience with his soon to be Xed roommate.
By the end of the night, THRUST’s grand opening, we were drenched in sweat, everyone was, I don’t believe the air conditioner was on at all. I got some cute guys number that I had danced with and then I left with my friends. On the way home, through the dark 22 freeway I felt the wind wisp through my now unformed hair as Chris lay his head on my lap. Tonight was a good night. Normally I am not an aggressive person but when people are pushed, they can only not stand for themselves for so long. It had felt so good at the time, hitting him right in the face as everyone stopped and watched our little confrontation near the bar. Now I seem to wonder what aftermath it will create, more than words have been thrown now, all thanks to that controlled substance, and shared hatred between two individuals.
The atmosphere began uncomfortably. Nobody was sure what to expect since it was brand new. My friends who included, Candice, Spencer, Chris, Myke, and Candice’s friend stood talking to one another as I kept going to get more sweet adult alcohol. Two dollar shots, I was so there. Soon there everyone started to enjoy themselves as the good songs began to be played. I downed another Malibu and Pineapple before the lady even came back to get my money and I was back onto the dance floor with my friends. Take one part myspace, one part tigerheat, and one part xy and blend them together and you would have got the mixture of what people made up the club. I constantly bumped into people that I have either talked to online or I have met.
During some song I look over and who do I see, Angelo. That is when things started to get entertaining. Of course he had come with AJ, the guy that we befriended near the end of our relationship. The guy that Angelo talked nothing but shit on but when it became convenient to use him he would make sure he would. “Make out with me, Cory is right there,” I heard him say to him. Pathetic I thought, here I am enjoying the night with my friends and all Angelo can think of is trying to find ways to push my buttons. This continued as be bounced from friend to friend, trying to find one that will make out in front of me as he kept looking over at me while he was doing so. Ridiculous, my friends and I thought. The sad part was the fact that he doesn’t care about any of those people and he’s only doing it to try to spite me, I personally didn’t know I have such the impact on someone to do something like that. Oh well. No biggie. He’s the loser not me.
That’s what I thought before he started dancing right next to us and elbowed me. Of course this is where being in the openness of ecstasy and enjoyment took over, I was tired of his shit. Tired of him using people to get at me, tried of this Chicago reject, and I returned an elbow into the center of his back. He turned around and started to say something, I could tell he was drunk like I was. As adrenaline started rushing through my blood stream I knew I wasn’t going to let this one settle. “Fuck you mother fucker let’s go!” I yelled at him as he started to say more slurred malicious jargon. Then he took an unexpected swing, I moved my head back in a drunken daze as his hand missed my face. That was all I needed to warrant what I did next. My arms are longer than his so I knew he was in striking range and I sailed my hand through the hot club air nailing him right in the side of the cheek. He stumbled has his friends grabbed him, and pulled him away.
Ten minutes later the owner of the club approached me and said he needed to speak to me in the back. I thought shit, first time coming to this club and I am going to get kicked out. The older gentlemen asked me what happened and I told him the truth, there was a confrontation… we took swings at each other… I apologize… it won’t happen again. The guy just looked at me and that is when my eyebrow raised. When people are drunk they become in a drunken state but that small conscious intelligent voice is still wide awake. “You know,” I started with my plan as I put my hand on the man’s shoulder, “this is a really nice club you guys started, and I’d hate for its opening night to be its last. The real problem isn’t this, your problem is that guy that started shit with me. Oh he is drunk, and he is also under 21.” The owner grabbed his radio and asked where the guy was that had told on me (the one trying to get me kicked out, Angelo.) The owner told me to follow him outside where Angelo was sitting on the ground. “That’s the fucking asshole,” was the last thing I heard from him, his voice quivering, the reflection of the sushi bar’s neon lights illumining his eyes, stained with tears and red. “Is this the guy that’s under 21?” asked the owner. “Yes it is.” The owner looked at me unsure what to do and finally he said, “okay you may go back in have a good night.” I went back to my friends who yelled and cheered and gave me high fives. Some cute girl later approached me and asked why I had gotten into a fight with him, I didn’t have time to tell this stranger the whole store of this pathetic individual and simply said, “he’s an asshole and lies, tells people his mom is dead when she’s not.” “Oh,” the girl said, “well your more cute than him anyway.” I thanked her and we went outside to get some air.
Later in the night I saw AJ again and I thanked him. He told me that Angelo hates me more than anything and I told him I didn’t understand why since I never did anything to him in the beginning. AJ said he didn’t know, but only said that Angelo keeps bringing me up all the time. Why can’t some people just let others go. I saw Joe and Paul and told them what happened. Paul said not to worry about it because I’m better looking anyway, and I called Ryan to share the situation but I guess he was sleeping, oh well I will tell him tomorrow about the experience with his soon to be Xed roommate.
By the end of the night, THRUST’s grand opening, we were drenched in sweat, everyone was, I don’t believe the air conditioner was on at all. I got some cute guys number that I had danced with and then I left with my friends. On the way home, through the dark 22 freeway I felt the wind wisp through my now unformed hair as Chris lay his head on my lap. Tonight was a good night. Normally I am not an aggressive person but when people are pushed, they can only not stand for themselves for so long. It had felt so good at the time, hitting him right in the face as everyone stopped and watched our little confrontation near the bar. Now I seem to wonder what aftermath it will create, more than words have been thrown now, all thanks to that controlled substance, and shared hatred between two individuals.