Stories from outside your window part 6

He woke up with a terrible hangover. His whole body felling dizzy and beaten. He looked at his Rolex, it showed half past one in the afternoon, too early for him to actually rise up and start the day. He looked around to see where she was.
He remembered bringing back a girl to his place the previous night, but she wasn't in his bed anymore. If she ever gotten there in the first place. ''She did'' he thought. ''There's nobody resisting me''.
He went back to sleep, drowning his face in the pillow. He tried to ignore the sun outside, but at one point he opened his eyes again.
-Shit, I hate this!
He decided to actually get out of bed. He'd been partying all night long till six in the morning. two in the afternoon was no regular hour for him to wake up.More like 5 in the evening, like vampires.
He was a ''vampire'', he barely went out during the day...night was his thing.
He got out of bed, put some slippers on his feet, took a cold shower and then turned on the tv. Lit himself a cigarette. His room looked like a teen's room, although he was 21 years of age, he liked to cling onto his teens a bit longer.
The house the room was part of was a different thing altogether.
It stood on a hill overlooking the city, had a magnificent garden, a pool and one basketball court, amongst other things. Spanish tiles, the finest parquet and esquisite tapestry found their place in the villa.
The neighbors, few and quite rich themselves, were calling the house ''Eden mansion'', hence it lacked nothing that anyone would need, like, want at any point in life.
As he was skipping through international channels on his larger-than-life tv ensemble, he made an order to a pizza company and got himself a peperoni-topped pizza, with extra cheese. Finished two cans of Coke light till delivery time and called his best friend and party asscociate.
-Ey Brad, it's me. Aw, shit man, my head is killing me...
-Tell me about it. Like I wasn't there..
-I know man, but shit..This time we banged it too hard.
-What the fuck' wrong with you? Are you ok, Matt? That weed's gotten to you that much..?!
-Just kidding, asshole. Just kidding. Listen, tonight we're off to Crises and then to ''The Hyve'', all right? It's friday baby, let's celebrate. Call Tina to gather up the girls, it's gonna be a night we won't forget!! Pick you up at your place , normal time....
He put the phone down. The pizza had arrived. He hadn't much to do in his days off. It can't be said he had working and free days. they were all lokk-alikes. His parents were filthy rich, his dad owning a major oil refinery corporation, making him ''The Boss'' in town. His properties ranged from restaurants and bars to shoe-stores and such. And all he had to do was learn how to run his dad's business, one day he'd take over.
All his life, up till now, had been filled with personal trainers, teachers, nutritionists, stylists. He could barely wipe his own ass, for that matter.
His parents were out of town for holiday. Gone to a God-forsaken island in the Aegean Sea, Europe. He either didn't remember the name or couldn't pronounce it. He's barely see his folks anyhow, they both would be out of town or in town handling the family's numerous business'. He had his own entrance in the house, as well did mom & dad , and they'd never, not even accidentally, switch entrances.
Ironically, sometimes they'd correspond through e-mail to let each other know how things were going.
He kept watching tv all day long till seven pm. He took another shower and started to prep up. usually it would take him an hour or so to choose his clothes, shoes and hairstyle. He blamed girls for taking too long for make-up, but he wasn't minding himself.
-Damn, I look good. You look good , Matt! he said while looking at his reflection.
It was more than just a narcisist feeling about him.
''This is a night to remember'', he told himself.''I'm immortal!'' was his last scream as he left the house, jumped in his brand-new Lexus convertible and hit the road to his partner in party, Brad.
All of his companions or acquantainces came from similar familie or background as his.
Brad was no exception. The persons he'd go out with were either the sons, daughter, nephews or nieces of Board directors at his dad's enterprise, or just associates' next of kins.
He arrived at Brad's home. He horned a few times till his friend came out, running to the car. He got in, they shok hands.
They had a special handshake, just like brothers, they'd knowed each other since gymnasium.
-You're a bit late, Bradie, my boy, he pointed out at the watch.
-I know....he said. I was watching Heroes , man.
-Goddamn, you gotta stop with that shit....!I'm really thinking of breaking up with you if you keep watching that tripe.....
Both bursted into laughter. They hit the road, leaving the residential hill behind, overlooking the city. The evening was warm and rather breezy.
It had been just one day since the last party, but the week-end was here, and that meant things were handled with even more enthusiasm and energy than normal week days.
-So, is Tina coming or what? he asked.
His friend had rolled a blunt in the meantime.He let smoke out of his mouth, then answered.
-Course she's coming, bro!
-I've been waiting to tap that ass for ages...
-Ages? You've known her for two weeks, what the fuck...?
-Shut the fuck up and pass me the joint.
They started laughing again.The evening had that feel-good vibe all over it.
It was nine-ish when they got to Crises. It was amongst the most fashionable lounge bars in town, and most likely the most expensive one.
The girl crown had not arrived yet.They took a seven person couch and ordered their drinks.No beer or whisky.
Those were for the ignorant peasants.
They were special, and had their own cocktails, made off ingredients they'd ask. ''This is the shit'', ''Crystal pearl'', ''Blonde at one o'clock'', ''Move that ass, bitch'', Blowjob on the beach''. The names came as various as the drinks that bore them.
As soon as the girls arrived, punchlines would start flying around.
-What the fuck took you so long?What did you do, stop by a porno casting?
The girls were clothed slutty enough for him to make his remark sting more.
-Matt, this is the last time I'm going out with you. You're too fucking pushy! she replied
-Pushy? Me? Just cause I want you on fucking time doesn't mean I'm pushy...
-Matt, calm down, bro!You know how hoes are...
Brad tried to calm down the spirits, it would always be like that, a fire-backed start of an evening meant the night would be superb.
-Listen, why don't you enjoy your drink and order me one, and make space on the couch! she said.
He had kept a seat next to him for her. It wasn't a crush or even more than that, but he liked to have another name on his conquests' list. And she would rank top five.He was aware of the fact that although he didn't lack the looks, girls always went to bed with him or hung around him for his money instead. He didn't mind, he'd do the same.
''You can never have too much of them and say stop!'', he thought.The converstaion they were having didn't include any major topics. It was mostly the girls talking about latest fashion, shoes or perfumes, whilst the guys would just listen and scarcely nod.The group had a few rounds.
It was time to move on the main event : The Hyve.

The club the whole city was trying to get into, may it be Dom Perignon sippers or just plain brew-drinkers.
The club was infamous for its outrageous dancers, world-famous guest dj's, electronic acts and VIP rooms. It could happen everything in there, no man's land. That was the club's policy concerning the VIPs. Nobody could touch nobody in there. And the cherry on top was its owner. In official papers Matt was the full beneficiary, though its dad's company hold the major percentage of the venue.
-The king has left the building! Matt said as they waved bye to the bar's personnel.
He had called a limo so they could all fit in. He left his car in a parking lot earlyer, before the girls had arrived.
Chilled champagne welcomed them in the leather-clad luxurious interior of the limo.
-To us and tonight! he said.
Raised his cup and all cheered. It was a night to remember.His club boasted the usual mile-long que outside its premises.
All kind of sport cars or expensive SUVs left no space on the driveway. It was week-end and the city knew it.
They went in easyer than a knife cutting through butter . There were any strange looks to be found, the clubbers knew the slightest raised eyebrow would get them out the line. And if they wouldn't want to willingly, the big gorilla-looking security dudes might help solve the problem.They went straight to their own VIP room. Bigger than all others, it had its own bar, toilet, table, personal bartender and dj and three huge tv screens with different psychedelic images rolling on.
They got comfy in their large armchairs, everyone being armed with a drink. The night was all laughter mixed with high-alcohol and weed. The bartender would have to open the door to let the smoke out, hence he couldn't see the drinks he was mixing.
He was kissing Tina, keeping her close to himself like they'd been fiancees for ages. He wanted something, but she wasn't giving it without a ''reward''.
-Ey Brad, go get some dancers here. I wanna see some action going on
.-Ah, come on, man, we've got the girls here...
-Just fucking do it!
That sounded like an order rather than a favour being asked.Brad got out the room. The club was packed.
One could barely have space to drop a needle. Sweaty bodies, ones half-drunk, others half-high, or maybe both, dancing to the same boom-boom-boom repetitive techno beat.That made quite an impact on the clubbers' minds , if Ecstasy or Lsd, or any pill they'd take, wouldn't.
He picked three girls dancers which he thought were best for the job and brought them to the room.
For them it was better than getting a raise or getting days off. They'd show off their skills to the main man now.
Matt had gone to the toilet. He looked into the mirror and began talking to his refection.
-This is your night , man. Make the most of it!
He rinsed his face off sweat and took out his trousers a small package.White powder was inside.
He carefully crafted it into lines, proceeding into sniffing them , one by one, increasing his temperature and heartbeat.
His pusher had not lied, it was some good shit.
Back in the room, the dancers were already booging to the rhythm, making everyone else jump off their seats and start showing off what they could do.
He looked at Tina, she looked more gifted than proffessionals. She seemed to be doing it all for him. He joined the crowd, the dancers threw off their tops. It looked on its way to becoming an orgy.Drinks were there, weed was there, girls were there.
What more could he possibly need?In the midst of all he went to the toilet again, this time bringing Tina as well. Speedball lines went quickly up their noses, the adrenaling flowed quicker thorugh their bodies. They got back, seated.The dancers had taken a short break, having a discussion with the bartender.
Flashy hypnotic lights came down from the ceiling, he got to a state where it was hard to tell who's who in the room.He lifted his glass.
-I am the man! he repeated it twice
-You are the man! all the other voices were heard.
But to him, the echo of his own voice felt more present in his head than his entourage's confirmation.
-Fuck you all! I'm out this bitch...
And he rose, got out the room, leaving the door open. Music from the dance-ring crashed into the room's walls, making everybody cringe for their ears.
''What's wrong with him?'' everybody was thinking.
He bumped into people, he couldn't walk straight anymore, but still trying to dance and bobb his head to the beat.
He hadn't made 15 steps from the room when he collapsed to the floor, like a heavy sack of grain, foam coming out his mouth.
A few moments later, blood came out of his nose and he stoped breathing. His friends tried to take him to the nearest hospital but they were ''dizzy'' as well, it was too late.
He'd OD-ed on speedball and coke.
There was no way to announce his parents, they were on a God-forsaken island, their phone number available only to him.
They'd get the news via e-mail, once they'd return home.
The night had turned out one to remember.
They'd remember him, but most important the last night he'd been immortal....