Ace Works the Room at Queen Street Bar (Part 1)

Arriving at Queen Street Bar

Okay this is my last chance to speak and catch up on my lagging days and great weekend so straight chronology should suffice for now. No fooling around with philosophy unless it is part of the formula within the paragraph, just a continuous mix of chronology. Taking it all the way back to Saturday night where we had just arrived at Campbelltown to enter QSB, we shall begin from that interruption in the system of reckoning dates.

With the car snuggly parked just up the street we jumped out, readied ourselves and began our walk down to the bouncers with pessimistic thought. Our different dialogue stemmed from “I don’t think it’s going to be good in there”, to “I can’t believe it costs seven dollars” and finally, “I could probably have staid home and had a better night than this”. Entering the arena of dimmed lights, disco-tech scenery, much space and a pumping bass, we headed to the bar where we had sighted Keith, Ace and Ned.

Beginning our greetings I looked around to see what held within such a place and I was pleased but not satisfied. You can’t do much to a place that is always a shit location and I didn’t like the size of the stage which was fairly small. There was also a pool table and seats lining one of the walls and I thought that if they wanted a real nightclub, they would at least get rid of the pool table, some of the seats and extend the dancing area.

There were some decent looking girls but it wasn’t anything like Keith had boasted. If you don’t know by now, Keith would say anything to make you come out and the two things which he did boast about was “There’s going to be a busload of women from the City coming” and “Don’t worry, I’ll reimburse you if it costs something to get in”. On top of that Keith told me that Wild FM played there in which it was true but that definitely didn’t pull chicks.

Zadie and Keith’s Hype

The first half of the night was pretty disastrous as we tried to make the best of it by sitting down on a round table with the whole group. When Binh finally came off the dancing stage he brought along with him his two lady friends, one who works for him and one whom used to work for him. One of the girls that night in which I remembered her name was called Zadie and the only reason I remember her name was because Keith was chiseling how intensely hot she looked.

Ever since Keith has stopped going out with Tamsen he’s thought that every second girl walking by is the best thing he’s ever seen, what peculiarity. For a day or two before the big event Keith kept telling me how hot she was and how my tongue would just drop for her but she wasn’t all that Keith cracked her up to be. Don’t get me wrong, she was a great looker but she wasn’t the stunner that Keith set her out to be.

Same with Tyler’s girlfriend who again has been placed on a Podium by Keith in which he even made her job of modeling racing dogs elegant. Tyler’s girlfriend (Who’s name is Rochelle) is quite attractive and I think moreso than Zadie but I still think Keith is over-exaggerating. Once again, this is just Keith trying to get someone to see things his way.

Ten at the Table

When the whole group of us sat around the table and Ralf finally made his entrance there were ten of us including me. It has been a while since this much people in our group have gone out together for one night, the last time would have had to have been Tyler’s birthday party at ‘Waves’ (In which it is now closed down) or Jett’s birthday at ‘Eros Theater’. For the record, the ten people were Binh, Zadie, the other lady worker around our age, Tyler, Ace, Keith, Ralf, Shawn, Ned and myself.

While we were all chatting away I was much too reluctant to speak with the girls unless approached so I left that to Tyler and Ace. Tyler already knew the girl that was working with Binh so he was getting along with her like a house on fire. Always chatting, giving little punches to each other and laughing, you know the deal. Then on the other hand, Ace was being his usual smooth and outgoing self, trying his hand at Zadie and showing all the confidence in the world.

You see, Ace can shine through in a crowd situation in which I would probably be too reticent and reserved in front of other people hoping they don’t judge me. However, Ace draws his power from crowds (Probably more without crowds) in which we think he’s a sick cunt for picking up chicks without even looking like he’s trying, just being himself.

Binh Watches Ace Work

After jumping up on the dancefloor and having a squirt with everyone else for half an hour most of us jumped back off and sat around the same table. Ned only came up once because he was getting himself drunk as a fart and I don’t know him too well but I know he’s always drinking up. Binh had the intention of trying to win over Zadie but I knew he wouldn’t stand much of a chance against Ace if he had his go.

When a bunch of us came to sat down with Zadie and her friend whilst Binh was on the dancefloor with Tyler he kept looking down in a disappointed glance. As Ace was chatting to Zadie he knew that his opportunity was slipping away. Binh even went as far as to say that Ace was going out with his girlfriend and that’s the reason why Zadie didn’t do anything with Ace that night, otherwise it would have just been another sexual frolic. Ace being his cheerful and confident self sat next to Zadie and started chatting to her.

At one stage Ace uttered “She’s my girlfriend, we’re going out” and to the smiles of Zadie he put his arm around her. This was the telling tale that he was in when she didn’t reject him with words or thoughts, she just giggled. From there they were made to hold hands and Ace put his hand on her leg but Zadie light-heartedly pushed it off. Ace was persistent with that big smile on his face but Zadie just kept giving him the hint, after a couple of seconds that is.

Sankar Comes Home Changed

Binh finally made his way down as I made my way up and went for my second and last dance of the night. Through this little dance I noticed Ralf speaking to someone and then when they said “Are you Tony” and shook my hand I wondered who it was. “It’s me Sankar” he uttered and seeing his shaved haircut, hard looking body, wire glasses and a leather jacket with that slick urban look, I didn’t think it looked anything like the Sankar I knew.

However, remembering that Sankar headed to America and came back looking like an American Gangster I could have been wrong. Asking him to take his glasses off I noticed straight away that it was Sankar from his eyes and curious smile. That completely spun me out as he put back his glasses on and began dancing confidently, as if he was in the City, waving his hands around in fluid motion. For the next half an hour I danced near him, straying from one area to another until I got sweaty again and had to retire back to the seats.

Ace Draws a Crowd

Last night I finally realized the potential of Ace, his allure and his ability to pick up chicks without even trying. All this time I’ve known it but I didn’t really want to believe it without essential proof, shunning it off with each singularity seen. However, on Saturday night Ace had at least four girls walk up to him and start a chatting up conversation, nay, maybe six. There was one time when Ace was sitting down on his seat and he started dancing around in his seat and waving his head around as he leant backwards into a group of girls behind him.

Each time he done this they looked at him with smiles on their faces and joyously asked “What’s he doing”, probably hoping he would turn around. The smiles of bliss on their faces told the story of what they thought of Ace and the better looking one later tried to get Ace’s attention by asking our group for a lighter, nice try. There was even a time when a girl with large breasts walked past and I commented about them and Ace yelled out “I love breasts”.

Almost instantly a girl that had been eyeing him on the table beside us who wasn’t too attractive replied “My sister said she would show you hers anytime”. Then there was the good looking girl who walked up to Ace just as he was about to start to dance, initially taking him away from us for the rest of the night. Then there was a girl that by his passing did stop and chat to him, as if they knew each other through a past sexual one night stand.

I believe that 90% of the women population were looking at Ace that night half of that would have thought Tyler was attractive and the other percentage would have given me a glance of satisfaction. However, I don’t pull it off like Ace does and when girls look at me they don’t think “Hey, he looks sweet and easily approachable, like he won’t knock me back” like they do with Ace.

Ralf Does His Rap Dance

Nearing the end of the night I just sat on the windows facing Queen Street while people danced around me. Ralf and Shawn were dancing around me, Keith left twenty minutes into our night (Probably because he wanted to avoid paying me, part of the reason), Ace was being chatted up by a girl and Tyler was sitting with the girls. Because Ace had been drinking along with most of the others and Keith had walked home he didn’t have anyone to drive him home.

Therefore, near the start of the night he asked if I would drive his car home in which Tyler would follow us and then I would get a lift home. This sounded fine to me as my night was starting to shape up and when Tyler couldn’t wait for Ace to stop schmoozing he left. Binh dropped off the two girls and as the time reached 3:00 a.m. the only people left standing were Ralf, Shawn, Ace and myself, everyone else had called it a night.

Ralf was frustrating me and causing me stress in the way he showcased himself on the stage. The place was dead and he had no real reason for wanting to stay but he uttered that he wanted to keep dancing. Watching Ralf do his 80’s rapping style dancing was enough to make me turn my head and everyone else look at him thinking “What the hell are you doing” and knowing just how well Ralf can spoil an occasion with his dull-minded actions (Ignorant to his own brain) I looked for an escape route to normality.

The Girl in the Black Dress

The only thing that kept me sitting on that window still for so long during the end of the night was partly because I was waiting for Ace to finish chatting up with that girl and mostly because I had seen the most beautiful girl in the most seductive outfit. Firstly, picture someone like Jewell in size, with a stomach that you could fit your hands snuggly around, high heels with straps, long blond hair let out and a tiny black short skirt dress that clung to her body and made her sex appeal shine right through.

She didn’t have the greatest boobs on her and you could see the support cups in there glowing to those special lights and her face was just above average but I just couldn’t get over her body, how proportionately sexy it was. Her friend was almost as equally hot as herself and if the both of them had been wearing black dress skirts I wouldn’t have been able to tell which was more beautiful.

Both of them could also dance but I liked the one in the black skirt because she moved her legs and arms around in such vagrant style that it was breathtaking. I sat there glancing at her from every angle and mirror I could see from. Even at the start of the night I had noticed her and placed her picture in my heart so I could keep her in memory for the rest of the night and even until now.

Too Late for the Girl

However, it pissed me off to see that she was with the ugliest and dirtiest guy in the club. It looked as if he was some sort of dealer in which she only came along to flirt with him because he was dealing to her. However, I would like not to think of her as caught up on drugs because her little body wouldn’t be able to take it and she didn’t look like a pusher.

She was doing wicked things to him like jumping up and down on his lap while they were both seated and doing a tremendous dance routine on him while she was facing away from him and in a carnal position but when he would go to kiss her it would never happen. They weren’t all over each other but I felt that there was something between them and therefore, I was broken hearted as I felt without a man around her I would have done something with the bits of confidence I had created from my work and from the night.

When I had had enough of Ralf trying to make me dance close to her and then seeing him dance like a monkey and looking at me as if to say “Look who I’m dancing near” I decided to call it a night. Patting Ace on the shoulder I told him I would look around for Tyler and then meet him outside in where I now had to drive him home and then drive the car back to my house.