I was completely bummed. I was having such a great time, but if I didn’t go with her now I wouldn’t have had enough money to call a cab back home on my own. I turned to the lead singer and said, “She’s my ride, I have to go with her or I won’t have a way to get home.”
He immediately assured me, “Don’t worry, we’ll call you a cab.”
I replied, “I don’t have any money…I didn’t bring my wallet,” which was half true. I had only brought my credit card, safely stashed in my bra, but I didn’t have enough money on there to get me a cab home alone.
“We’ll get you home,” he dismissed my concern nonchalantly, and I thought to myself, Wow! This guy is so nice! It never occurred to me once that I had made anything but an awesome friend that night.
My best friend looked from me, to the guys, then shrugged, “Okay, well be safe and I’ll see you at home.” With that, she turned and left. I regret that I had not gone with her.
As the hour grew late, the club had their last call and the lead singer suggested, “You want to have an after party? Our hotel is not far from here, we can just walk.”
I was getting tired but I didn’t exactly have a choice I figured. He was gonna buy my ride home, and I didn’t have any reason to think I shouldn’t trust him. So, the five of us walked back to their hotel, which was only a couple blocks away.
As we passed a few officers stationed outside the clubs along the street, I wondered, Wouldn’t it be nice if I could just ask one of them for a ride home? Too bad they would probably want to know what I was doing coming out of a club.
We finally arrived at what was a very nice hotel and as we walked down the hall to what was presumably their suite, the lead singer stopped in front of the door, searching his pockets for his hotel key. When he stopped I noticed the other three band members continued down the hall.
I asked them, naively, “Where are you going? Aren’t we having an after party?”
There were some smiles exchanged between them, then one of them said, “No, we’re tired. You’re having an after party though!”
I suddenly became uneasy as the lead singer found the key, slid it in and held the door open for me. I tentatively walked in, then nervously commented on how nice the room was. It had a small bar with high chairs, a view of the city, and a large, ornate gold mirror over the bed.
I sat at the bar table quietly and he asked me, “Do you want a drink?”