Darcy grabbed her purse and headed out the door, wondering what this Friday night had in store. She was on her way to meet up with some friends at the Neon Moon, an out of the way bar known for its stiff drinks and loud music. “Just what the doctor ordered“, she thought.
Climbing in her M5, she rolled down the windows, turned up the music and hit the gas. Lights streamed by as she sped down the highway out of town. She thrived on living her life with reckless abandon – always looking for a quick fix of happiness, even if it was for the briefest of moments.
Darcy had also resolved to not think about Jack tonight. His intuitiveness was striking a nerve and she wasn’t sure how she felt about their similarities or how close they were getting. While Jack was invigorating, she wasn’t used to how she felt around him. Hell, she wasn’t used to feeling anything at all! Darcy had always survived by blaming others for her problems. Her short comings were never her own. It had always been easier to put the blame on everyone else than to see the true ugliness that lived inside of her.
She made her way to the door. The Neon Moon was already packed but Darcy had no difficulty finding her friends in the bar. Thankfully they had already ordered her a double gin and tonic. It was extra chilled and its smooth texture was immensely refreshing, especially after the hellacious week she had. She finished it within seconds and moved in for round two.
After several hours of talking and dancing, Darcy was finally experiencing a sense of calm. Maybe it was just the booze, but the feelings she didn’t want to acknowledge were skillfully pushed out of her mind. As she made her way to the bar for a refill a man she didn’t recognized grabbed her arm and spun her towards him.
“Care to dance?”
Darcy yanked her arm free in disgust. Did this guy honestly think she wanted anything to do with him? “Seriously?!? You have got to be kidding right?”
“I don’t kid. And if I were you, I would get your tone in check.”
With a huff of disgust she whipped back around towards the bar. “What – ever!”
The music was loud, reverberating through every crevice of the bar. As she pulled her wallet out of her purse she noticed she had five missed calls on her phone. Her heart instantly jumped as she saw all the calls were from – Jack. Trying to fighting the urge to not call him she succumbed to her inner voice and walked outside. With all the alcohol coursing through her veins she would be able to talk a big game, play it off like she didn’t really care. “I’ll show you I can take care of myself“, she muttered as she hit redial. But suddenly, as she lifted her phone to her ear, everything went black. The last thing she heard was Jack’s muffled voice, “Hello? Darcy? Darcy?? Are you there?”
Her head was throbbing as she laid face down….. well, somewhere. Obviously she was over served last night. Where am I? As she tried to rub her temples a shooting pain seared through her body, yet she was unable to move. As she slowly regained consciousness she tried again, only to feel pain and resistance on her wrists and ankles. Holy hell! I’m hog-tied!!
“Care to dance now?”
I gave Lance this prompt: Write about a heart that wouldn’t quit.