Semper Fidelis
Chapter 3
The
club is packed, as it always is – after all, it is one of the trendiest clubs
in town. The music is loud, the people are good-looking and the drinks are
premium – and expensive. It’s no wonder why celebrities and
York
Might
be enjoyable if she hadn’t done it to me again, of course she did, why did I
expect this time to be any different? I’m sitting in one of the booths
here at Marquee – alone – and Faith is over near the bar trying to
pick up some straight girl. She is absolutely reprehensible,
will she give me no dignity at all? This is just a game to her, divide
and conquer – or maybe for her it’s conquer and divide. Either way, I get
screwed, figuratively that is… well, most of the time. I groan… then down
the rest of my martini. This is going to be a long night. Perhaps I
should just phone the driver and have him come take me home…
“Would
you like another drink, Miss?” the waitress asks politely. Hmm… she looks
familiar.
“Yes,
make it double, please.”
“I’ll
be right back with your order.” As she scurries away to retrieve my
drink, Faith comes over and plops down next me.
“Hey
baby,” she smiles, wrapping her right arm around me. Using her left hand,
she pulls my legs across her lap.
“Why
are you suddenly all cuddle-happy?” She’s really not a
“Since
when do I need a reason to be affectionate with my girl?” I can’t help
the scoff that escapes me. I peek over her shoulder and see the girl from
the night before.
“So
you’re telling me that Jenna over there has nothing to do with this sudden bout
of tenderness?”
“Who’s
Jenna?” she asks scrunching up her eyebrows. I roll my eyes, God, she has
no shame.
“The
girl you ditched for yoga?”
“Oh,
no baby, not at all,” she laughs, “you’re my girl, you know that.” Yeah,
right and pigs can fly.
“Oh,
hi Faith,” the waitress purrs as she sets down my drink. So I guess
that’s why she looked familiar. That’s not surprising, since Faith’s
probably screwed half of
by now and the other half are men. She frowns as she notices our cozy
arrangement and briskly walks away.
“Is
there anyone in this whole damn city that you haven’t cheated on me with?”
“Me?
Cheat on you? Don’t be ridiculous, sweetie, I’m insulted that you would
think such a thing.” She’s such a smart ass.
“Yeah,
’cause y’know, you put the Faith in faithful, right babe?” I bite back
sarcastically.
“Always,”
she smirks. I simply ignore her and start on my fresh martini. The
day Faith and I have a real relationship will be the day hell freezes over and
Michael Jackson doesn’t like little boys anymore. She’s about to go chase
that straight girl again when I grab her arm, pulling her back down.
“Faith,
I would appreciate some discretion when it comes to your little
indiscretions. Everyone who travels in our circle already knows about
your petty tryst with that promiscuous Chase girl. We wouldn’t want them
all to be aware of your affairs with ordinary club trash as well, now would
we?”
“No
baby, we wouldn’t,” she smiles. She leans over to give me a fleeting
kiss, then bounds away in search of her newest conquest.
“Miss,
could I get another martini please?”