Well, shit...

The night started calm enough, with cocaine in the bathroom. I got it from a “co-worker”, he said it was good shit. Does it even matter? The high was instantaneous and it was all I needed to make it though another night. It is hard putting up appearances, no one likes a bum party and everyone trusts me to deliver. I am a professional party; Clubs hire me to liven up the place. They pay me big money to make sure everyone has fun. That usually means I don’t have any. I have to keep them going back for drinks, I have to keep them dancing, I have to bow to their every whim. Cocaine helps my keeping me in a good mood, high energy, and alertness. It allows me to stay ahead of all the drunken idiots.

I step from the stall messing with my nose, there is a girl puking in the stall to my left, her friend kept repeating, “Everything is going to be okay.” I washed my hands to put up appearances next to two blond 20 something doing their make up.

“Mark is so weird,” said the girl next to me,” he hasn’t bought us drinks all night. What do you think Brittany?”

“It is like he isn’t even interested in us.” Brittany replied, “But he is so funny and confident, he is a mystery Claire.”

This was good. I decided to touch up my make up as well after washing my hands. A little lipstick, a little eye shadow, easy stuff. But I also have to chat up these chicks. I already knew their problem, the pickup artist dilemma. They had no idea what they were messing with. “How hot do you think he is?” I decided to chirp in.

“Excuse me, who are you?” Claire asked rudely.

“My name is Sarah and I am just trying to help.” I reply.

“I would say he wasn’t worth our time at the beginning but he has been getting cuter.” Brittany decided to chime in.

“Brit! Doesn’t matter, that is about right.” Claire said.

“Well then you should ditch him and get your own drinks or get some other sucker to get them for you. He obviously won’t, I know his type.” I said.

“But he seems different from all the other guys.”

“Trust me the only thing any guy wants is to get in your panties, do yourself a favor and abuse it.” I said as I dropped my lipstick into my purse. “By the way does this Mark have short blond hair a red button up shirt with rolled up sleeves?”

“That is him exactly!” said Brittany.

“Thanks.” I said leaving the bathroom.

Of course I knew Mark; we are in this together and split the profits, the Light Diamond is a big place. He had the second floor while I had the first. It was good until Mark only wanted sex out of the deal. As I began to cross the down stairs bar the DJ puts on his favorite song, “God I don’t want to listen to this for the third time tonight,” I said. Going to the end of the bar I turn right and go up the back stairs so hopefully Mark won’t see me coming. Mark was an accident I shouldn’t have let happen. We used to be more than a team, now he is more like Dead Weight that I can’t seem to get rid of. What could I do to hurt him bad enough to stop this? Better think of it quick because there he was chatting up some red headed hussy. I was jealous.

I acted automatically; it was something I couldn’t contain anymore. Approaching them I said the first thing that came to mind, “I just wanted to let you know girlfriend, that he has genital herpes.”

“What? No!” Mark said as she went to slap him in the face. I watched the impact in slowmo, relishing in payback. She turned and left without a word. “Wait, she is lying I swear I don’t have herpes. No.” Mark clamored after her.

“That is what you get for flirting with clientele.” I said coldly.

“But did you have to be so mean?” he replied.

It was silent for a second the lights flashed around us and the music filled our ears. Was now the time? “I’m quitting.” I blurted out.

“What? You can’t do that. I need you without you they will cut this whole position they know I don’t do anything. Why would you destroy such a good thing we have?”

I could feel the tears well up as I spoke, “Because Mark, I’m not happy anymore. I can’t keep living a lie and scamming people out of their money. Mark, I can’t keep seeing you like this. “I was full on crying now, I couldn’t stop. “Mark, I love you.”

“Well, shit…”