I’d catch up with her at the end of the night when it quietened down, and went off in search for Cindy.
I checked back stage in case she was waiting there for me; we had a big room we all chilled out in, with a sofa, flat screen TV and a constant stream of girls coming and going trying to get the attention of the guys. There was also a smaller room that was a bit more private at the back. The rest of Flix were all chilled out on the sofa with a couple of girls.
“Hey, any of you seen Cind?” I asked, starting to get a little worried.
“No, man.” Will said.
“Sorry, dude, no” Frank replied.
And Rick just shook his head. So I left the room and decided to check the dance floor. As I was scanning the room I saw her rubbing herself up against some guy. I walked over to them and pulled her away by her arm, and the guy squared up to me as if I was stealing his girl.
“Don’t touch my girl!” I all but growled at him.
“Hey, she searched me out.” The guy said to me. I turned away from him and pulled Cindy out the side fire escape door into the car park.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” I asked her.
She just shrugged her shoulders and said; “Having fun, it’s not like I was going to go home with him.” She acted like it wasn’t a big deal.
“You’re my girl, MINE! You DON’T dance with other men, let alone rub yourself up against them!” I shouted at her.
“You were busy!” She spat.
That answer surprised me, this wasn’t my Cindy I was talking to, the one I fell in love with. I was at a loss for words and didn’t really know what to do or say next. There was a long pause between us and I asked her “Is that what you want? Other men? Am I not enough for you now?”
“I was only dancing, I don’t see what the big deal is.” She said as she threw her arms in the air.
“The big deal is, that guy’s hands were all over you, he was rubbing himself up against you, getting off on touching what’s mine, thinking he is taking you home. Who knows what he would have tried to do to you if I hadn’t shown up.” I shouted at her. I walked away, I couldn’t be dealing with this, I had a show to perform.
Esmeralda
It was nearly closing time and thank God, I was exhausted. Flix were drawing in a bigger crowd every week, and tonight’s shift was the busiest I’d ever worked. All I wanted to do was go home have a hot bath and get lost in my book.
“Esme, can I get some water?” I heard Jackson ask.
“Sure.” I said passing him a bottle. I noticed he looked down and a bit fed up.
“You ok?” I asked, concerned for him. Usually he was buzzing after his gigs. He sighed, looked down at the bar and cleared his throat, then went quiet.
“Did you find Cindy?” I asked.
“Yeah, she was dancing all over some guy. I pulled her away and shouted at her because I thought it was wrong. She is my girl, you know? She shouldn’t be that close to anyone else. It just seems so unlike her... She seems different lately... Oh, Esme, I’m sorry I shouldn’t be putting this all on you. How pathetic do I sound?”
He seemed really torn up about this; he obviously didn’t know about her little escapade with Frank. Should I tell him? Or just keep quiet? I didn’t really want to get involved, so I said to him
“Hey, we are friends; of course you can talk to me about it, though I’m probably not going to be much help. I’ve not got a lot of experience in dating.” Then I thought, if we were friends I should tell him, right? Or maybe I should confront her? I reached out to touch his hand in a soothing gesture. As soon as I touched him, I felt something I’d never felt before, it was almost like a spark and I wondered if he’d felt it too, because as soon as I felt it my eyes shot to his and he was already staring at me. I looked away, stepped back, grabbed a cloth and began cleaning down the bar.
“Where is she now?” I asked, glad to put a little bit of space between
Under the Cover of the Moon (Cobblestone)