A Pencil for a Pretend Smoke (Part 2) – Mad Chaos: February 8, 1999

Jett Hugs the Wall

Shawn and Ralf jumped straight on after we made our big circle of the place but Jett clung his back to one of the walls with obvious fear and feeling somewhat disconcerted. For that reason I thought to stick around Jett before making my way onto the dance floor and I gathered that if Jett didn’t want to jump on then I would stick with him.

For the next ten minutes I tried to put Jett at ease without really saying much but just sticking around him and making him feel comfortable. After all, I know that Jett would do the same for me if I was feeling somewhat reticent so I did what I had to do and in good favor. Figuring that Jett would build an immunity to his anxiety we both stood around watching everyone else dance and in due time Jett finally thought it was time to jump on.

A Stiff Dance Floor Debut

Jett and I made our way onto the dance floor and making our way to Ralf and Shawn we all stood around in our circle and began to dance. Jett however was still timid and even though I know he can let loose and dance he was rather uptight and rigid in his ways. The nervous smile would not escape Jett’s face and he rarely moved his body around, probably fearing what we would think of him or fearing others were watching his exhibition. For that reason Jett excused himself off the dance floor as quickly as he jumped on and for the rest of the night we didn’t see him that much.

The Girls Worth Watching

Our night started from around midnight and besides Jett walking off almost immediately the first person to jump off was Ralf. Shawn and I kept ourselves on the dance floor and around a bunch of girls that were pretty good looking. There was this one blonde girl that was around 18 years old, had a young but older looking face and had the greatest assets.

By this I mean she had a taut body in all the right places, she was slim, up to my chin and she was wearing a nice gray dress that was shiny and looked like it had been made out of plastic or nylon. She looked hot in her dress and what got me is how it was a fairly short skirt length. Through the night I was eyeing her hoping I could get near enough to dance with her but that never happened.

Rather, at the end of the night when she was leaving I noticed her walking down the stairs and what I also noticed was how short her skirt really was. You see, with each step you could see the side of her skirt opposing the moving leg showing a bit of but. With that you realized she was not only wearing a G-String but she was a hot little bitch that was definitely going to get some loving for the night, sadly not off me.

The Girl Who Backed Up

When Ralf came back onto the floor Shawn decided to jump off and get himself something to drink. While he jumped off I asked for him to look around for Jett. There was a bunch of girls we were constantly dancing around for the night and there was this one girl who looked around 22 years of age that I liked. She was a little taller than me but I found that she kept looking my way and at times I thought her dancing dirty with her three other friends was a coy to get my attention.

It seemed to happen when I was nearest to her and as the four of them bunched up tightly and dirty danced on each other (Despite looking like good girls who never really did showy things like that) I sat there feeling fortunate. Near the end of the night when it was once again me and Shawn on the floor the girl that I liked was dancing in her group but after a little dirty dancing with her friends she backed up closer and closer to me.

Now this could have been innocent but the fact that she backed all the way into me where I was practically dancing up on her was saying something. The urge to just grab her around the waist and dance with her was tempting but I noticed this fairly big guy Greek looking guy and some other guys that didn’t look that angered with her bold move but were observing her just as well.

Figuring that one of them would probably get angry if I tried something I did nothing but keep myself right on her, how she wanted it. She kept herself there for a couple of minutes and her friends were dancing near her as well. Incessantly we kept bumping up on each other and as I was getting squeezed between her and a guy on my back she turned around with her friend to face me and apologized for bumping me. Saying it was alright I brought my hand forward to just say hello to them, they kept smiling.

The Greek and the Macedonian

The Greek guy that was dancing with the girls later walked past me and bumped me by accident, or was it. Once he bumped me he apologized and as I’ve done once before he went to shake my hand. From there he just asked what my name was in a kindly gesture and as we got to talking I found out that he was indeed Greek and that he had a Macedonian girlfriend.

“We should be at war right now” he said and I gathered that the Greeks and Macedonians were at one time feuding, news to me. “But who cares” we both gestured and with that I asked him “Is your girlfriend here”. “No, she’s at home” he told me and as I advised him that his girlfriend being at home was a good plan we basically parted our ways.

I was going to ask him if he was friends with the bunch where there was that girl I liked and practically danced up on me or if he like probable others was just dancing with them, being hopeful. Alas, I didn’t ask that and let him go for the night but that wasn’t the last I had seen of him. Later in the night when I was looking for Jett and walking out the doors I spotted him again and we exchanged words before I made my way downstairs.

Searching for Jett

My trip downstairs was to see where Jett was and to try and find him. Gathering that he would probably be near the front I made my way to the entrance and was surprised to find him sitting down at the circled lounge. Seeing him he looked rather bummed, lonely and festered and as I approached him you could see a glimmer of sparkle come back into his eyes but that’s all it was.

The truth was that Jett had probably been down there alone since he left the dance floor but he insisted that he came upstairs a couple of times and had seen us on the dance floor but this to me was an honest mendacity as we never did see Jett. Not looking or acting like he wanted to head upstairs he focused on the poker machines and so in my hyped up mood and also being thirsty we ordered some drinks.

Pokies and Pencil Tricks

For the next twenty minutes Jett and I played the pokies taking turns to ease Jett’s anxiety and to calm him some more and make him feel more at home we sat down at a table to chat. While there I was being the humorist, swearing in Lebanese to whoever passed, mucking around with a pencil and pretending it was a smoke to keep Jett amused.

After a fair bit of time sitting down Jett thought it was time to head upstairs and as the time reached near 2:45 a.m. we walked to the foyer area and the both of us knelt down to wait for Ralf and Shawn. Too phobic to head back into the crowded nightclub Jett opted for the both of us to wait out in the foyer for the both of them. So that’s what we done and as we did we played flicks at the garbage bin to see who can get some paper into the cylinder.