All of Me Loves All of You - Chapter Two

Chapter Two

“Alone In A Room Full Of People”

Evelyn tried to enjoy herself, but she just couldn’t. The smoke-filled club was packed with a mob of excited club-goers dancing to the latest hip-hop tunes blasting out of the loud speakers. She wanted to loosen up and have fun, but she kept thinking that everyone was talking about her. Even though she’d dressed conservatively in an all-black pants suit – because black was supposed to make you look thinner – she still felt fat and unattractive. Whenever a guy made eye contact with her, she’d drop her head and look away. So of course no one asked her to dance.

Karen, on the other hand, was dancing the night away with a tall, handsome, Greek god of a man. She’d introduced him as John, and they’d headed for the dance floor and hadn’t come off in the hour they’d been in the club. At first, she’d watched them in envy, but once the floor became too crowded, she’d lost sight of them.

Evelyn loudly slurped down the last of the Mimosa cocktail she’d been nursing since arriving and headed to the bar to order another one. She wasn’t a heavy drinker, but she needed something to do besides stand around and people-watch.

When she got to the bar an older gentleman, much, much older, gave her a polite smile.

“What are you drinking tonight, beautiful?” he asked.

Evelyn looked around, but she didn’t see anyone beautiful standing nearby, just a group of men. It dawned on her she was the one he’d directed the question to.  

“Oh,” she blurted, “You’re talking to me. Um, I’m drinking a Mimosa cocktail.”

He gazed at her, took her in from top to bottom then settled his eyes back at her face. “Looks like a big fine woman like you can handle a stronger drink than that,” he said, wiggling his brows at her. She didn’t know whether to be insulted or flattered. “How about a Crown and Coke? It’s on me,” he offered.

“Well, OK. Sure,” she said. Even she wasn’t stupid enough to turn down a free drink. It didn’t matter if the man buying it was probably older than her dad. If it made him happy blowing his Social Security check buying drinks for strange women in clubs, why should she deny him the pleasure?

“So, what’s your name, Sugar Foot?” he asked as they waited on the bartender to prepare their drinks.

Sugar Foot. Really? What am I, a horse?

“Ev-, er, Eunice,” she lied. She thought it was best not to let him know her real name. Though he looked harmless, he could be the Polident serial killer or something.

The extra bubbly, blonde bartender placed their drinks in front of them. She jiggled her breasts, but the silicon implants didn’t move. It didn’t matter because the man had already been reeled in. He paid for the drinks and slid a ten dollar tip her way.

Ms. 36 Double D turned toward Evelyn, who just smiled timidly and gave a slight wave. When the woman didn’t leave, Evelyn reached in her purse, opened her wallet and took out two singles.

“It’s all I have,” she lied. The now not so perky blonde, begrudgingly took the singles and flounced off to wait on the next customer.

Once the bartender had taken her chest out of his view, the older gentleman turned his attention back to Evelyn. “My name is Ed. I’m a retired fireman.”

“Nice to meet you,” she said politely, picking up her drink and taking a sip. She would be sure to keep it close just in case Ed got any ideas about slipping a Roofie into it.

As they savored their beverages, Ed proceeded to tell her the story of his life as she sat on a barstool next to him. After about twenty minutes of non-stop conversation on his part, she wanted to stick her fingers in her ears. Instead, she just tuned his voice out by humming inside her head like the kid in that movie, About a Boy.

Several minutes later, a sweaty and heavy-breathing Karen came over to join her.

“Hey, Sis. I see you’ve met someone.” She eyed the older man curiously. “He’ll probably need Viagra to get his dick up, but I guess you shouldn’t complain.” She laughed uproariously at her own joke.

Evelyn frowned. “Karen, you know I would never even dream-”

She nudged her arm playfully. “I’m just kidding, Sis. Lighten up.” She nodded at the older gentleman. “What’s up, Pops?”  She turned back to Evelyn. “At least he isn’t butt-ass ugly. He was probably the shit during his time. Look at him in his multi-colored, polyester suit. He’s sharper than a tack. And is that a Jheri Curl he’s sporting?” Evelyn tried not to laugh, but a giggle exploded from her chest. “Anyway, let’s go to the ladies room. I gotta pee.”

Evelyn was only too glad to escape from Mr. Jibber Jabber. She thanked him for the drink and followed her sister’s retreating form.

“Where’s you date?” she yelled over the loud music.

“He went to get us more drinks while I run to the ladies room,” Karen said. “Let’s find an empty bath stall before it starts trickling down my legs. I didn’t realize how bad I needed to go.”

Of course, there weren’t any empty stalls. Even though there were about eight stalls in the bathroom, three of them didn’t work for some reason or another. That meant a line of disgruntled, complaining women waiting to do their business.

“Shit. This ain’t even cool,” Karen grumbled.” Come on.” She grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of the ladies room.

“But I have to pee, too,” Evelyn protested.

“And you will. We’re just not going to stand in that long ass line. This is not a Chris Brown concert.”

Evelyn’s brows lifted. “So what are we supposed to do?”

“Use the men’s room. Duh.”

She shook her head vigorously in protest. “Karen, I’m not going into the men’s bathroom. It’s for men. Can’t we get in trouble or something?”

“Who’s going to do something to us? We’re not breaking the law; we’re just peeing.” With that being said, she pushed open the door to the men’s bathroom and disappeared inside.

Evelyn looked around. Seeing that no one was paying any attention to them, she hurried into the men’s bathroom behind her sister.

“Karen? Are you in here?” she whispered.

“No. I fell down a rabbit hole.” She let out a drunken laugh. “Of course I’m in here. Use the bathroom and stop worrying so much. You need to learn to live a little,” Karen said before Evelyn heard her bowels empty into the toilet.

It was a good thing the bathroom was devoid of all men. Even so, Evelyn rushed to use the toilet then hurried to wash and dry her hands in one of the white, ceramic sinks that were lined up against the wall.

“You’re crazy, you know that?” she told her sister staring at her in the mirrors above the sinks as she tried to fix her hair. Karen was so beautiful...and thin.

“But you love me, though,” Karen said, giving her a squeeze. “I’m so glad you came out with me tonight. Thank you. I know how much you hate clubs.”

“It’s no big deal.”

“John is so fine, isn’t he?” she asked, changing the subject.

“I guess.”

“I’m going to take him home with me.”

“TMI, Karen.”

“Ditch the old dude and come out on the dance floor with us.”

“I’m OK. You know I don’t like being on the crowded dance floor. You go ahead and enjoy yourself. And the old dude is not for me,” she added.

“I feel you, Sis. Having him on top of you with his shriveled little marsh mellow of a penis and saggy balls would probably be worst than getting a root canal.”

The visual made Evelyn gag a little. “Ick.”

They exited the bathroom just as two men walked in. The guys whistled at Karen and tried to get her number, but didn’t pay any attention to Evelyn. She was used to being ignored so it didn’t bother her. Neither guy was her type. One had a banana-shaped head and the other wore skinny jeans so tight that you could see the imprint of his penis. Needless to say, it wasn’t that impressive. Grown men wearing skinny jeans were an immediate turn-off for her anyway.

Karen flirted with the guys a bit because it was just her nature. After she declined to give them her number for the hundredth time, they finally gave up and disappeared into the bathroom.

Karen headed to the nearest bar and Evelyn followed her. Her sister ordered a Long Island Ice Tea. She decided to order another Mimosa.

“I thought you said John went to order drinks?”

There were sliced lemons, limes, oranges and cherries in containers for the bartenders to use in the drinks. She watched as Karen reached behind the counter and grabbed some of the cherries. She popped one into her mouth. Evelyn thought about doing the same, but didn’t want to appear greedy. It’s one thing for a slim, pretty girl to do it, but not a moose like her. Even if she’d wanted to, the bartender had returned with their drinks. “He did,” Karen answered. “But, I’m thirsty. I’ll be done with this before I find him.” She downed half the drink without pausing to breathe.

“That’s not a good look,” Evelyn said. “People will think you’re a lush.”

“I am.” Karen laughed and sucked down the rest of the drink. “See you, Sis.” She handed Evelyn her empty glass and immediately went in search of John. Evelyn watched her sister wrap her arms around John once she found him. With drinks in hand, they hit the dance floor again. They would most likely dance until the lights came on when the club closed for the night.

Sipping on her second Mimosa, Evelyn watched the people in the crowded club dance, move and shake. Some of the women were scantily dressed in short, tight dresses or wearing skin-tight jeggings and breast revealing blouses. She watched as men grinded on the back of the women with big butts. Women twerked as men drooled. Couples laughed, giggled, and flirted with each other. Groups of people mingled and held conversations. Even the bartenders seemed happy to be working there.

The music poured out the speakers and the liquor continued to flow. No one seemed to have a care in the world, except for Evelyn. As she held her sister’s empty glass in one hand and sipped her Mimosa from the other, she felt alone in a room full of people.

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Read chapter one HERE.