'The guy was a fuuuuckin hobbit. I thought I was on the trail to mordor.' I say starting to drunk laugh.
I've composed myself, but have developed a mild case of the staggers.
Caldwell puts my arm around his shoulder and starts to help me to his car towards the back of the large lot.
'That guyzz a ffffuckin tool.' I say.
Shit did I just slur? I think the alcohol is starting to kick my ass now.
'Fuckin lucky charmssss' I start giggling as we hobble down the parking lot.
We make it about 40 yards from the front door before a woman's voice starts shouting.
'Hey wait!' the voice lets out. I hear the sound of high heels clanking on the asphalt at a running speed.
'Wait!' the voice says. We stop and slowly turn around. It's the girl I was dancing with!
She catches up to us.
'Hey! I...I'm so sorry about that. My boyfriend's an asshole....and I can't believe he hit you like that. Are you okay?' she asks, lightly touching my jaw where I got punched.
'Nahhh, I'm fine.' I say with a drunken half smile. 'He was nothing.'
'Well. I've had it with his shit. He's a fucking ass and I'm just done.' she says frustrated, fighting back tears.
'Hey....isss alright.' I say drunkenly touching her shoulder lightly.
She composes herself. 'Yeah.....yeah....I'm fucking done with him. I'm fucking done!' she says as she turns around and starts to walk back inside.
Caldwell puts his arm back over my shoulder and helps steer me back the other direction. We take a few steps towards the car.
'Wait!' she says as she comes back to us. We turn around again.
'My name's Sydney.' she says with a smile.
'Jaydon' I say in reply with a half drunken smile.
'Well Jaydon, maybe...we can continue our dance some other time?' she asks.
'Sssure....I'd....I'd like that.' I say with an even bigger smile.
There's an awkward pause.
'Do you have anything? I can give you my number.' she asks me.
'....nooo...I...uhhh' I say drunkily not able to think and struggling to close the deal.
Caldwell gives me a nudge and whispers into my ear: 'Pull your phone out dude, jesus.'
'Oh!...yeah...my phone's right.....here...' I try to search for it and find it. I pull it out. Struggle slightly to unlock it and hand it to her.
She enters her phone number and hands it back to me.
'I'll see you later Jaydon?' she asks.
'Yeah....ssss...ssure' I say as I clumsily put my phone back into my pocket.
She starts to walk away back towards the club.
Caldwell starts to laugh as he turns me around: 'Well I guess tonight wasn't a total loss for you. You're a real fuckin romantic, you know that?' The sarcasm was strong, but I was too drunk to notice.
I'm in shock at what just happened. Perhaps it's the alcohol really starting to set in hard, but none of this seems real. Yes. It's definitely the alcohol.
We make it another 20 yards to Caldwell's car. He props me up against the passenger side of the car. I'm still able to stand, but he makes me use the side of his car to keep my balance.
'Lets get your drunk ass outta here.'he says as he unlocks the car.
I stand facing away from the club towards the street, in a slight stupor.
'Fucking midget.' I giggle to myself.
'Ohhhh....shit.' I hear Caldwell say softly in a tone of voice I've never heard him say before.
'HEY ASSHOLE!' a voice yells in the distance
I turn around and see the short guy quickly walking towards us, about 60 yards out.
'Shit, Jay...it's time to go.' Caldwell says as he opens the passenger door and tries to grab me.
The trunk pops up on a jet black Chrysler near where the short guy is. He walks up to the trunk, opens it, and pulls out a tire iron. He continues to walk quickly over towards us.
I start walking towards him a few steps.
'Come here asshole. We need to finish our little chat!' he says, tire iron firmly in his grip.
'Fucking bring it on you Bilbo Baggins mother fucker!' I shout back.
'The fuck are you doing Jay!?' Caldwell says as he quickly grabs me.
'I'll fuck this dude up. I'mmm trained for this shit.' I stay stubbornly resisting Caldwell's tugs.
The short guy gets closer, tire iron at the ready.
Caldwell opens the back door of his car and with all his might tosses me into the back seat.
He shuts both passengers doors and runs to the driver's side and gets in.
'Oh yea...big man with the fucking tire iron! Fuck you' I shout face down across the back seat of the car.
I hear Caldwell start the engine and start fucking booking it out of the lot.
'Son of a bitch!' I hear the short man shout. His shout is immediately followed by a huge metal on metal THUD coming from back of Caldwell's car as he pulls away.