After finishing the pizza and Moet both Justin and Monica walked from Penn Station to 42nd street holding hands. They laughed and joked together and to the outside world they were two crazy love birds.
When they arrived at BB Kings there was a nice long line outside of the club. Immediately, they befriended two random ladies on the line to pass the time. One of the ladies noticed Monica's engagement ring on her left hand and automatically assumed they were married. The woman couldn't resist from speaking on how happy and in love Monica & Justin appeared to be and how badly she wanted the same for herself.
About 30 minutes passed by before they entered the club. They were searched and all was good except for Justin's hat. He had to leave it with the Hostess and would be able to pick it up on his way out.
Once inside, Justin headed straight for the bar and Monica started to worry. Justin had been drinking the entire day and wasn't acting like his normal sweet & loveable self.
"Babe, what are you drinking?" Justin shouted from over by the bar.
"Oh nothing. I'm good for now." Monica replied.
"Oh come on babe. Don't be such a bitch."
"Yea, come on. What are you drinking?"
Monica sighed then replied, "An Amaretto Sour ."
They grabbed their drinks and heading to the dance floor and before Monica could take her first sip Justin was back at the bar ordering another drink. While Justin was at the bar Monica ran into the two ladies that they befriended outside on line.
"Hey girl! You having fun, yet?" Shouted one of the ladies.
"Yup, so far so good." Monica answered."
"Where's your husband?"
And before Monica could answer all you heard was Justin screaming at the top of his lungs, "Do you know who the fuck I am?!"
Monica, ran to him. "Justin, What's going on?"
"This fucking dude spilled his drink on me."
"Oh baby, I'm sure he didn't mean to."
"What the fuck do you mean he didn't mean to?! Get your shit and let's go."
"Justin, relax. Let's just stay for a few minutes. I wanted to get in contact with the DJ for an interview."
Justin threw his drink on Monica and shouted, "BITCH!! I said, let's go. Matter of fact, I have to piss."
In shock, Monica didn't move as he walked to the bathroom. He was so drunk that he didn't even make it to the bathroom he fell out on the floor by the bathroom door and the bouncers had to carry him out. And, as they were carrying him out he yelled "Where's my girl? Where the fuck is my girl?"
Monica was standing right behind them but tried not to be noticed. Justin made a big scene over getting his hat back as he was being escorted out of the club. He almost got arrested but he got his hat back. Justin had no clue that the police were standing right outside of the door as he carried on with his shenanigans. Monica didn't want to see him get arrested. She put her feelings aside and jumped to the forefront.
"He's with me!! He's with me! Thanx. I can take it from here."
The bouncer looked her up and down and said, "You sure Miss?"
"I'm sure" said Monica.
"Okay here you go" said the bouncer as he handed Justin over to her.
Monica almost collapsed on the transfer but she managed to carry this 6 foot 5, 285 pound drunk and belligerent man she called her fiancé down 8 NYC blocks at 3'oclock in the morning to Penn Station all while rocking 5 inch stilettos. She grabbed a couple of Hot Dogs from a street vendor and jumped on the first train heading back to Long Island.
Monica tried to feed Justin but he was so fucked up he couldn't tell his left from his right. Monica was furious and Justin was knocked out. She couldn't get over the series of events that carried on in less than 24 hours. Something had to give. This wasn't what she had signed up for.
"Tickets please. Allll tickets." Shouted the conductor.
As the train conductor made his way to their row Monica thought to herself "Damn! Now I have to try and wake him up to get these tickets out of his pants."
"Jus. Jus... Jussss!! Justin. Jus-Tin. WAKE Up!!" Monica called but she got nothing. She then gently tapped him twice on his check and when he awoke he punched her dead in her mouth twice with two quick jabs.
She immediately fell back in shock. And, placed her fingers over her lips where she felt a tingling sensation. When she pulled her finger away from her mouth she discovered blood on her finger. Justin lunged forward and bit her bloody index finger splitting it wide open causing blood to gush everywhere.
To Be Continued...