Ryleigh picked up on his nervousness more and more as she listened to him. Of course, she wasn’t going to point it out because that would just be rude on her part. Pointing out flaws in other people wasn’t something she did, especially when she had a bunch of flaws that probably weren’t so easy to point out after just seeing her once, but they definitely were still there and were easy to notice and pick up on after knowing or seeing her for quite a while. “So, what do you do for fun then?” She asked out of pure curiosity. The only fun she knew was going to clubs at the moment and she knew that’s how most people she met were. Which is definitely why Mason seemed truly interesting to her. He was definitely way different than people she talked to which was a good thing. “Yeah, almost all the time.” She nodded in response to his question, she practically shouted back at him over the booming music. It was a bit sad how much she went out but it was something that she had gotten used to. She knew it probably wasn’t healthy but she continued to go out, drink, and smoke weed all the time and everyday.
Ryleigh smiled at him as he talked and nodded to show him she was listening. “Thanks, your name is pretty cool too.” She nodded and added onto the compliment he had gave her. Ryleigh always liked simpler names. As a matter of fact, she liked any name more than hers. It was just too different for her liking. Though, her name was her name and she probably would never change it and she’d just live with it. Ryleigh found it cute that he was nervous. Nervous people was something that Ryleigh wasn’t used to and it was very rare the amount of times she found someone nervous and different at clubs and actually wanted to take them home with her instead of walking away.
She immediately felt a slight trace of guilt as he said he hadn’t moved. Of course, Ryleigh was going to feel bad. “I’m so sorry.” She frowned a bit as she apologized. Ryleigh almost never apologized since she never had anything she felt like she had to be or feel sorry for. The last time she had said sorry was in her break up that turned her to this life. Which is definitely something she didn’t want to think about which is probably why she never apologized. Ryleigh brought her cup back to her lips and took sips of her drink before he said something again. “Sure, that sounds nice.” She smiled at him as she sat her cup on the counter beside his. Ryleigh grabbed his hand and lead him over to where everyone was dancing at. She didn’t really like dancing as much as anyone else but still she’d dance if she was offered. “Do you like dancing?” She asked, before pulling him a tad bit closer and letting go of his hand as she started dancing.
One more breath in and he felt his pulse return to normal once more, his nerves washing away almost instantly. It took him a while. The fact that he hadn’t gone out to a club or didn’t regularly talk to strangers made it more difficult for him to get his nerves under control, but he eventually did long enough for him to not completely ruin his chances with the girl that stood in front of him. She was still there. Even after the wide eyed gaze and seemingly shocked expression, she continued to talk to him and ask him questions as if she were actually interested in what he had to say. He had no idea if he had actually managed to pique her interest or if she continued on to simply be polite towards him. Politeness didn’t really hold any meaning when people were out and looking for a good time. “Hang out with friends mostly; we just don’t typically go to a club when we’re together.” For the most part, it wasn’t at a lie. He did do all of that. The thing was that his main focus was on his school work so fun came as a second nature to him, something that came only after his responsibilities were met. But saying something like that out loud was not a good idea so he kept it at that.
Never once had he met someone that might go out as much as she seemed to say she did. He thought that was all meant for the movies; that people only ever went out on random occasions, but maybe not. “Doesn’t it get boring?” he asked. He doubted he could go out constantly and not grow bored of the never changing crowd of people or music that always seemed to play. But then, this never was his crowd of people. Things that bored him could be a never ending dream to another person. He blinked at her next few words, a soft smile coming to his face at them and an even softer laugh that probably can’t be heard over the music leaving him as he does. “Thank you as well,” there wasn’t much to his name, but he knew thanks to public school that he could very well have it worse and so he counted his blessings and didn’t bother curing the name he was given at birth.
Mason shook his head at the apology, eyebrows knitting together once more in confusion. “There’s nothing to be sorry about! I promise.” He honestly had no idea why she felt the need to apologize for the mistake. It was an honest one to make considering the fact he had never once run into her before and had never been in the club she apparently frequented. He watched her for a moment as she took a sip from the drink then discarded it on a nearby counter. The look of confusion on his face from before immediately washed away to be replaced by a beaming grin when she agreed to dance with him. He allowed her to lead him out to the dance floor and moved his hands to her waist. “Only if I have someone to dance with,” he said in answer to her question, “Do you?” He doubted she’d say yes if she didn’t actually like to dance, but stranger things have happened in his life. And if she said no then they could always do something else. Next time he’d just let her handle the decisions.
Ryleigh listened to what he had said and she cracked a smile. She could definitely tell that this would be different from anything- or anyone - she’s ever did before. Usually the people she hooked up always went to the clubs and from him telling her that this wasn’t what he normally did, sorta sparked something in her mind. If going to clubs wasn’t something he normally did then Ryleigh wanted to make it at least a tiny bit different than all the others. Though she actually doubted that she was going to make it different. Since it was a routine thing and she probably would never think of doing something that would change her routine even if she wasn’t the happiest with how things were going at the moment. Though if things did get a bit different after tonight there wasn’t much that she’d do, or could do for that matter. “Well, that’s a good thing, I suppose. Do you ever go out?” Ryleigh asked. She definitely didn’t want to make him feel bad for not going out a lot and she wasn’t going to make him feel bad for doing so.
She nodded as he introduced himself. “I’m Ryleigh.” She took another drink before thinking of something else she should say. She should’ve known how to keep conversations going especially doing this type of thing for a while. This was just different. Ryleigh couldn’t explain how it was different, but it just was. Maybe it was the fact that he didn’t go to clubs often that made her nervous and made her sorta want to give up and just find something else. Then again he seemed interesting and if it was his first experience with going to a club than she would definitely try and make it at least fun. Since going to clubs could be fun depending on who you talked to and what you did. If it wasn’t fun than Ryleigh wouldn’t be here.
Ryleigh was interesting until a certain point. Giving out too much information about her life and feelings wasn’t something she liked to do. But, learning things about other people was definitely something she liked to do on a daily basis or most of the time. “So, did you just move here or something? I seriously don’t think I’ve seen you around like anywhere.” It was a fairly small town and things got around sorta quickly so you almost sorta had to see someone around at least once. Then again, she may have saw him around before and maybe just not have noticed. Either way, she still wanted to get to know him a little more before the night was over and all that other fun stuff that she was definitely bound to do one way or another.
Mason didn’t know if she told the truth or simply fibbed a little in the hope that he’d stop being so nervous. Most people viewed his habit of not going out much as a problem, something they wished to cure by dragging him to clubs every chance they got. And yet there she stood telling him it was a good thing. It had an ‘I suppose’ tacked onto the end that made him question it with nothing more than a raised brow, but it was still something. “Occasionally,” he said in answer to her question, “But I haven’t in a while.” A while was putting it lightly. The only reason he didn’t elaborate on it was because he knew for certain that wouldn’t be a good idea. He’d be labeled as the good guy once more, the one that didn’t take risks, and if he was going to be out that night then he’d want to do something. It wasn’t like he had much to worry about the next day. “I take it you go out a lot though?” The music continued on loudly, but he made sure that the question was heard over it.
He brought a hand up to comb through his hair again, eyes never once leaving her face even when he moved to take another sip from the bottle clutched in his hand. Ryleigh. The name was foreign to him, one he had never heard before in his lifetime, but it seemed to suit her. Different, unique. He flashed her a smile after learning it. “Suits you. It’s very, um, nice.” He gave her a curt nod of his head. Mason didn’t really know what to say other than that though. Nerves still got the better of him and even if he had gone out several times before to clubs it never got all that much easier for him when it came to knowing what to do or say with someone he hadn’t ever met before that day.
Move? Mason shook his head at the question. “Not really. Guess I just don’t get out that much.” The words were accompanied by a shrug of his shoulders, almost apologetic. His gaze shifted to the bottle in his hand still and after a moment of contemplation he placed it on a nearby counter before turning his attention back to her. “Do you want to dance or something?” he asked, motioning to the crowd a small ways away. If he was going to do anything that night, then he might as well make the most of it. Nerves be damned. If she said no he could move on, go find his friend and tell him he was going home for the evening or maybe even find someone else, but if she said yes then at least he could say he did something other than stand around all night. He tried, put himself out there for once. And that was all that mattered to him in that moment.
Obviously, it was another Friday night and all Ryleigh was doing was lying on the floor and binging on a couple more Twinkies while she waited for her high to cool down a bit. This is all she did with her days now, obviously besides going to work, because of a recent break up with her long term boyfriend. It was definitely hard on her since all she’s basically been doing is getting high and going out to clubs. Which definitely meant that in a while she’d be getting up off the floor and getting dressed to try and get yet another one night stand. It was like this all week. Of course Ryleigh wasn’t happy with her current routine, but all of these things made her forget about her break up. Even if it was temporary which is why she did it all the time to forget longer.
After quite a bit of lying in a dazed state, her sobriety was back and she finally got up from the floor and headed to get dressed. She took another quick shower and slid on a black dress and high heels. Ryleigh fixed up her make-up and her hair. There wasn’t much that went through her mind once she was getting ready to do these types of things. The only thing that went through her mind was that she hoped the same faces weren’t at the same club. It got boring with seeing the same faces and especially after hooking up with someone and if they kept trying to keep in contact, gross.
Ryleigh reached the club. After smoking a small ciggarette for about two minutes, she finally stepped into the club. Ryleigh held her head up high and took a deep breath. She looked around at all the people and they were honestly the same. Ryleigh just kept on walking to the bar, getting a drink. She sat on one of the stools and looked around, hoping there would at least be one more new face she hadn’t seen before. After a few drinks from her cup she finally saw someone she hadn’t seen before. She walked over to the boy, she didn’t want to seem weird for just approaching him. All she seriously wanted to do was talk, at least for now until they knew each others names. She tapped the boy on the shoulder as she stood beside him. “Hey, I don’t think I’ve seen you here before?” Ryleigh raised an eyebrow and smiled at him a small bit.
Mason didn’t know what he was doing. The first part of his evening had been spent back in his apartment and he had been perfectly content with remaining there up until a friend of his came pounding on his door. He refused to leave or even stop until he made his way to the door and yanked it open. Thirty minutes was all he was given to get ready before he was yanked from his place and dragged down the street to some club that was less than a ten minute walk. He flashed a smile at the bouncer, waited for his friend to pay his way inside, and then stepped into the poorly lit area. It only took him one look around the area to realize he wanted to leave already, but he didn’t. He stayed, vowing to himself to at least have a decent time that night. The last time he did anything fun was the summer before and everyone in his life made fun of him for it.
One drink. He bothered to get one from the bartender when he noticed it wasn’t too busy around them, but he kept it to that. Tipsy was fine, but he’d rather avoid getting completely trashed on his first night out. Mason lifted the drink to his mouth, taking the first sip from it. It burned the back of his throat, caused his nostrils to flare, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it for long. A soft tap to his shoulder forced his attention behind him on a girl whose smile made his eyes widen a fraction before he shook his head at her words. “Probably not,” he shook his head, a sheepish look overtaking his features, “I don’t go out all that often?” And maybe it was the truth, but he doubted he had to mention that. He could already feel his friends shaking their head in his direction at him because of it.
Mason combed his free hand through his hair in an attempt to appear more relaxed than he was in that moment. “My name’s Mason.” He said, in the small hope that offering his name might redeem himself and keep her from turning on her heels to find someone better than him to talk to. “Yours?” The question came almost as an afterthought. It was followed by another drink from the small bottle in his hand. Maybe getting something into his system would make him relax finally. Because even if he didn’t do that kind of thing often, or at all really since he preferred meeting people the old fashioned way, there was something about the girl that stood in front of him that intrigued him and he hadn’t even learned her name yet. And he wanted nothing more than to not blow it with her within the first few seconds of the conversation.