Dancing At Molly’s And A Party We Missed (Part 2)

Hiding Against The Wall

At Molly’s there were a fair few attractive girls, both on the dancefloor and walking around. However, for half an hour or more we didn’t move onto the dancefloor but crept down to the floor area and just cradled ourselves upon the recreant walls, beaten with bass. Feeling unasserted and intimidated we watched from our distance, the crowd of desultory space. We knew half an hour into the night that it wasn’t going to be greatly remembered for our extravagancies because we weren’t giving it a go.

Ralf looked lost in his eagerness in fluctuant bursts of anticipation but after a long wait I decided to call off our attack to the rear flanks of the bar. Disorganized as we were lost of direction I decided to take the reigns for a little while and have us sit on a lounge around a table. Whilst there I asked Keith if he could take my money, jump up and buy me a drink but he was being lazy.

Shawn uttered jokingly that he would get me a drink if I shouted him so I took out five dollars, asked him to buy me a drink and whatever he wanted with the change. Shawn didn’t linger in the domain of procrastination that Ralf knows all too well in the form of ‘Driving the scenic route’. The drinks were only an illusion to espying eyes that we were trying to have fund despite Keith looking glum and Ralf looking spaced out in his own world as usual. The drink for Shawn was partially gratitude for helping me hand in my form which by the way, I got paid from.

Keith And Ralf Slip Out

In the time that we were seated the two hooligans of the night decided to accompany each other to get up to no good. Keith wanted Ralf to hand over his keys to the car so that he could use his mobile phone but as Ralf is, he didn’t trust Keith with the keys to his new car, paranoia. Therefore, the both of them headed out to Ralf’s car and as they left Shawn and I stayed back, figuring that this could be the turning point of our night.

I figured that this was Keith’s way of ending the night early as he did on Saturday and I promised I wouldn’t get myself in such a situation again but what else was there to do. Shawn and I kept up appearances as we chatted with each other generously about his thought of buying new clothes, Molly’s and various other subjects. Fifteen minutes later Ralf and Keith graced us with their presence and our thoughts that they were trying to persuade us with subliminal heresy to downheartedly head for the car were quashed. I’m not sure who Keith thought to call at such a time but I can only figure it to have been his weak little mind for Phoenix.

Tamsen Has Had Enough

On the subject of female diversity I’ll just note that Keith was writing a letter for Tamsen when he mentioned something along those lines per to our telephone conversation. When I jumped in his car that morning I noticed a letter sitting on my seat, not discreet at all. Keith obviously wanted me to know he was sending Tamsen a letter, as to why I will never know. In more regards to the saga of Tamsen, I hear now from the horses mouth that Keith hates her guts.

The reason for this is because Tamsen called Keith a night or two ago and declared that she didn’t want to speak of or hear of Keith ever again. Tamsen also thought to include that Jett nor Min-Su wanted him to be associated with Tamsen so he chose not to be the relenting type. Instead of submitting fully to her demands Keith decided to add his two cents worth when it was obviously too late.

Keith was fighting a losing battle from the moment Tamsen dumped him, he had no chance. Keith thinks he’s bettered Tamsen’s insulting words upon his pride by telling her that he never wants to speak with her again but that’s just made him look like a dying fool. Keith told me that he was also going to go as far as revealing his having slept with Phoenix which would have demolished Tamsen but it’s envious pride like this that makes matters worse.

Nevertheless, Keith as his usual self uttered “Nah, I won’t tell her that yet unless she pisses me off again, I’ll hold back just incase we do get back together, for now”. How typical is that of Keith to say, always thinking about himself. Now I wonder if Keith threw away the desperate attempt of words to his past demise. How quickly Keith also changed his tune about women. Now Keith’s going to be the bouncing type as I sense he called Phoenix up on Saturday night to ask her for some booty.

Also, Keith kept pointing out the fact on Sunday that he is going to start approaching girls on the dancefloor and asking them for a dance, a sign of trying to move on too suddenly. His telling me his objectives and problems is a sure fire sign that he is hurting and as he bet away a small fortune on Saturday night without reproach, you could see the shameful morals arising.

Finally Dancing

With Keith and Ralf heading back into the bar area we sat down for a little while longer and then headed out to the dancefloor again. This time around the four of us stood around like mules for a couple of minutes and then as Ralf jumped onto the floor with Shawn I kept myself out for a little while. However, Keith decided to jump on the dancefloor and join them and as they did I remained calm and composed, in control of myself and not feeling intimidated at the side of the floor.

For around ten minutes I stood there, tapping my feet and searching through the crowd as the three of them danced. I could see a couple of good looking women but I knew I didn’t want to step on the dancefloor just yet because I knew I wouldn’t fit into the mellow dancing style, just out to have fun. Eventually I too jumped onto the dancefloor with the rest of them and I danced calmly out there for about half an hour, trying not to disturb the pores on my face to produce lively sweat.

A Girl From Ingleburn

There weren’t much women to dance around with as we chose to dance near the back away from all the crowd. However, by chance my eyes did catch the glazing stare of a girl that was smiling knowingly in my direction, as if she remembered me. Without a second glance I remembered her to be the blonde girl I met at the under 18 nightclub I went to at Ingleburn those few nights.

She was the girl I lifted up into the air whilst dancing only to almost pull up her top in the process. We kissed, we had a good time and then days later we had a chat at the side of the upper level parking lot at Campbelltown Mall. With her recognizing lips she did smile probably thinking I have changed just as much as she had. In her mind she was probably thinking olden day reminiscence as I was but I didn’t have the nerve to approach her.

She had her hair up in a bun and to me she looked Croatian (She’s Australian) but as she kept to herself I took that as her way of saying she wanted to keep the distance. Being there only with another female friend of hers the both of them danced up on each other which could only mean two things. Firstly, the most obvious, she was trying to spark up some male tension in the groin area or two, she was a Lesbian.

That would explain the weird hairdo, the forbearing grin and the evasive eyes. Nevertheless, I’m not too great at spotting the common sense that others would normally spot. I would usually be oblivious to the fact that people are Lesbians or other things that others would normally pick up on but this time around I do believe I could be right.

Closing Time

Our dancing for the night lasted until 1:30 a.m. and that’s when Molly’s officially closed. It was a big hit in the Chest to our assumptions as we figured it would be open until the normal time of 3:00 a.m. However, we were as soon out the door as we were to hear the news and that pissed me off in a way because I wanted to stick around, watch the women leave. Ralf is always persistent and trying to be the controller, the leader.

As much as I wanted to take my time in heading out and be like everyone else who stands out the front in little groups, Ralf wanted to head off quickly for no purpose but to leave quick. Pacing our way to his car I watched his jungle festered feet hovel into action as he walked like a monkey to his car. I hoped that our night wouldn’t end there and made it loud and clear, open for suggestions…

Phoenix’s House

When my suggestion of more to the night was made evident I also knew that both Shawn and Keith would be keen to pick up on the trace that led between Phoenix’s legs. This time around Ralf was more lenient to the persistency of the randy teenagers (Well they acted like it). Turning up to an uninvited party without first calling Phoenix I was anticipating an empty house and Phoenix practically walking out in her underwear, pointing to the red light in her window.

However, I was sadly mistaken as we noticed two cars in the driveway upon turning up. The first was Clifton’s car and obviously, where Sonya was he would also be. The second car was a souped up Nissan with beautiful wheels to Keith’s liking and as we turned up someone looked out the lounge room window. Within seconds Sonya and Phoenix came out to talk to us and Clifton along with half an dozen other guys stepped out to their cars.

Winding my power window down in the back so that I could speak just as they were approaching the car Ralf chose to override my option. With a flick of a switch he wound my window up as well as all the others except for his own and from there his greedy intentions were clear, he wanted to be in the spotlight. Both Sonya and Phoenix must have thought I was snobbing the both of them off but it didn’t really worry me.

As Ralf talked his shit to the both of them Sonya said hello to me and as Ralf wanted to get back into the spotlight he decided to head uninvited to the front of Phoenix’s house. There was no rowdy reception as he walked into the house and I feel he was an intimidating force to the rest of them who probably didn’t care of his being around.

Overstaying Our Welcome

Ralf came back a minute later enriching us on the situation in Phoenix’s house and how there was a good looking blonde sitting in there. There were a couple of people in her house he noted but we looked more like the uninvited ones as we camped out in Ralf’s car. Feeling the bite of not being wanted I stressed that we should just leave resultant to their obvious thoughts but Keith was intent on sticking around. “Let’s not give up to them” he said as one of the cars prepared to leave, “This is all just a decoy, let’s stick around”.

This did sound desperate of Keith who obviously wanted some form of pussy but I felt embarrassed to be in a car full of excessive behavior. Phoenix or Sonya didn’t come back to the car to chat to us and they didn’t invite us in so obviously it was time to depart from our overstayed welcome. As the second car was preparing to leave I noticed the blonde jump in the back seat and as a Leb appeared to be helping her in I thought to myself “What a waste, why are you hanging out with those dickheads”.

Seconds after she submerged into the car Ralf started his car up finally listening to his inner voice telling him that we weren’t looking anything but stupid. Driving down her street and around the corner we noticed Clifton’s car was parked blocking one of the side roads. This showed to me that they were waiting until we left so they could head back to Phoenix’s house, they got their wish with such a diversion.

As far as Ralf was concerned, despite my bid to keep the night alive there was no night. Atop of this knowledge, there was nowhere to go so home was the obvious plate of craving for Ralf’s homebound taste. Arriving home at around 2:10 a.m. on Saturday night I kept myself up for a little while and then finally craved the warmth of my waterbed for comfortable sleep. I couldn’t be bothered writing in my diary at the expense of having to get some sleep for my tired eyes so that’s what I done.