Some people, they say have the natural ability to walk into a room, or walk up to a table and own it. They can sway hearts, bend wills and win hearts. But, they usually have to do something to have that effect on people, maybe give a speech, make a presentation or something.
If their crowd is in a place as loud as this club, they are going to have to work twice, or maybe thrice as hard. They don’t just walk in, with a beautiful body clad in a spray on black dress and legs for eons, and shift the entire magnetic field of the room. But, she did, oh, she did.
She stood just a few steps away from the door, conveniently placed between two of those terrible light globes. They reflected their multi-color light on her, and in her black dress, it looked like she was glowing from the inside. I could make out a beautiful face, but barely as it was partly shrouded in darkness. Her body on the other hand was visible enough and I swear, it can turn any saint, especially in that dress. But, I don’t think that’s what was disrupting the magnetic field in the room, it was something else. If I have to put a word to it, I will call it power, in it’s most undiluted form. The way she was poised by the entrance, like a queen holding court, one hand placed on her hips, she looked like a woman that knows who she is, that knows the power she wields and because of that self awareness, everyone knows too. She wasn’t giving them a choice
“Wow.”
She must have stood by that entrance for a total of thirty seconds, but it felt longer, and when she started moving, the crowd parted for her to pass. I mean, literally. I have seen people enter the crowded club since I have been people watching with a lot of difficulty, but, they made way for her. I reckon Moses felt the same way when the red sea parted for him.
“Damn” a voice whistled lowly from behind me as she got closer. I turned around to find the bartender still holding my drink, and looking just as entranced as I was. I hurriedly took my drink from him, but when I turned around, she had finished her power walk across the room, and was now standing a few steps away from me.
I froze. I mean, my breathing stilled, my limbs locked in place and I had no idea what to do with myself.
“Hi. Cuba libre, please.” she said, perching lightly on a bar stool.
“Coming right up.” the bartender said, grinning foolishly.
“If you can go heavier on the coke, that will be awesome. I have a sweet tooth.” she flashed him a smile, showing off perfect dentition and a cleft chin.
Murd me.
My limbs unfroze at some point, and I crashed heavily on my bar stool, sipping my drink slowly, and watching her from the side of one eye.
She already had her drink when I finally noticed it. It is so unexpected and out of place in the room, and even on her, considering her attire that I ought to have noticed it first. On the marbled table top, right by her drink was a bright, neon colored smiley face emoticon. It was such an unexpected sight that I thought I was seeing things. I have not being known to hold my liquor well, but I was fairly certain that I wasn’t drunk.
I looked again, and it was still there.
“It’s my bag.”
No, this is not the end. To be continued.