The ladies hit the dance floor on Civir’s return, but she refused to join them, “I don’t want one of these boys to disturb me,” she said.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be your bodyguard. Stop pretending like you don’t want to dance joor,” Anna told and dragged a reluctant Civir to the crowded dance floor. It felt good to dance to the high tempo, bass-filled music. Soon Civir was so lost in the music that she barely noticed when Anna warded off two very curious young men. Dancing was as exhilarating as it was exhausting. Civir’s gleeful cheers soon turned to pants for air, and her energetic dance moves ultimately excused her from Anna to the bar for a cool-off.
Just as Civir was getting a hold of herself at the bar, the man she had seen earlier, the man whose friend’s face was in a woman’s breast, approached her and offered to buy her a drink. Civir politely declined the offer, but the man had the barman serve her a drink anyway. Civir smiled, ‘Men haven’t changed at all’ she thought. She continued drinking, completely ignoring the man. Her silence made him talk. His name was Rufus. He was a businessman based in Abuja, but he visited Lagos often. In fact, he spent more time in Lagos than he did in Abuja. He had seen her earlier and thought that she was beautiful and decided not to let the opportunity to meet her pass. “You see, I am a goal-getter. When I set a goal, I stop at nothing to get it,” he said.
“Do you always wink at women you just saw?” Civir asked.
“Only very beautiful women. It is a reflex action in that case.”
“So how many more times did you wink this evening?”
“Just that one time,” he said.
Civir smiled, he was used to these conversations, this goal-getter. He had game and at least deserved her name. “My name is Civir,” she said.
“It is my pleasure to meet you, Civir,” he said reaching out to stroke Civir’s right hand. “So what brought you to The Spot?” He asked.
“My friend’s bachelorette. What about you?”
“What about me?”
“What brought you to The Spot?”
“Oh! I just love the place. It is always filled with nice things and even nicer ladies.”
“So both you and your married friend like nicer ladies, abi?” Rufus laughed wryly. “You are even married sef,” she added motioning to the ring mark on his annualry.
“Divorced. For three years now,” he replied.
“Oh! I’m so sorry.” Civir wanted to know the reason behind his divorce, but she knew better than to ask him. It implied that she was interested in him and that couldn’t be farther from the truth. But she still wanted to know. Although she had defended divorcees in her practice, she never really understood divorce. How could you suddenly stop loving someone you once loved so much that you even trusted them with your life? She often wondered whether she would ever divorce Luter. Rufus was still smiling wryly probably expecting her to say something, anything consoling or inquisitive, when Nneka appeared between them with a sullen expression on her face and offered Civir a drink. The ladies were ready for the strip club and were waiting for her outside, she told Civir. Civir smiled, emptied the half-empty glass offered her, and excused herself from a defeated Rufus.
“Thank you so much. That was becoming really awkward,” Civir told an unimpressed Nneka on their way out. None of the ladies were in sight when they stepped out. Nneka went back inside to look for them and assured Civir to wait outside as she would be back soon. As Civir waited, an unusual haziness took over her. Her vision became blurry and a weakness began to creep in her. The lights became vague and dim, voices and the loud music echoing from the club slowly became distant as if the volume was being turned down very slowly, and her eyelids began to attract each other so much that she had to force them open with her fingers. Her knees became so weak, and her heart raced so fast that she slumped to the ground. Everything went blank, dark, and silent.
Stay tuned for [Chapter 5] Next Weekend; meanwhile have a fun filled weekend!…