OS - Unexpected
"Scotch. Neat"
He hated clubs. Always had.
He wishes that the world shared his love for a mug of warm coffee, his trusted old couch, a gramophone playing Joan Blanc and sunshine filtering through his nude curtains. But no, his little birds wanted the lights, the drunkenness and the revelry.
"Another one, sir?" asks the bartender.
"Another one, and I'll not be in a position to drop these little birds to their nest"
The bartender nods wryly and resumes wiping the bar. He swirls the dregs of scotch in his contemplative hand, wondering all the while what he had done to receive such a hellish Sunday. The college dean had summoned him and told him he must be the one to drop them off after the party. He had no choice but to comply.
He suddenly jerks forward, and his collar drinks deeply. "Sorry Arnav sir!" the students slur apologies, but he has had enough. It is one thing to get drunk, another thing entirely to lunge at professors.
The air outside the club is surprisingly cool. The wet collar brushes against the back of his neck, and he leans down the banisters and freezes. A white rose, crushed underfoot.
A sudden memory stirs in his head. Of a mug of warm coffee, dangling conversations, warm golden sunlight and her nestled in his lap
Arnav turns and walks back into the club. He turns to go back to his stool when somebody slurs from behind. "Do you dance sir?"
Arnav turns around to notice his student, Khushi Gupta, smile back at him in alcohol induced euphoria. "No I don't, Khushi" comes back his dry reply.
"Well ... I guess I'll have to teach you" she shouts in glee. She grabs his hand and leads him to the dance floor. She directs him to place his hands on her waist.
The lights have dimmed, the music has softened. The people have ceased to exist. All he can feel is her tiny waist beneath his fingers, and hear her tinkling laugh, mingle with his own.
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