(dedicated to @lilah448, thank you so so much for the sweet message! It was great talking to you!)
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The music was pumping in my ears, the mere volume of it enough to make the house vibrate. The place was filled with teenagers, desperate to forget about the responsibilities they'll be facing in the next few years. For now, they just wanted to dance the night away, chugging down drink after drink, letting the alcohol take over.
My grip was tight on Heather's as I maneuvered past the throngs of wasted people, my eyes were set on the bar. It had been a good number of weeks since I felt the burn of alcohol rushing past my throat and suddenly it was the one thing I was longing for.
"Bro, I've lost my dick!" A blonde suddenly flung her hands around me, tears tracking down her cheeks, which I assume had started rolling down as soon as she had discovered her loss. She was well and truly wasted. I recognised her from school, Aubrey.
I was about to open my mouth but Heather beat me, as she hugged the girl and then turned to pat her cheek twice.
"There, there," she consoled, "why don't you go and look for it?" she suggested, I would have been fooled into thinking she was genuinely concerned if I didn't know her better.
"That's a sick idea! Thanks dude!" She pulled out her fist which Heather bumped delightedly.
I pulled Heather to one side after the drunk girl had left, "You do realise she's going to be looking all night now, don't you?"
"She's also going to wake up tomorrow morning with no recollection of tonight. Let the girl look for her dick."
I softly shook my head in amusement at Heather ' thought process. She never failed to entertain me.
"Come on, let's go get wasted!" Heather cheered, dragging me along to the bar and placing herself on the stool, stretching out her bare legs as she put both elbows on the ledge. Grabbing my purse, I placed myself beside her.
She had no time gaining the attention of the bartender, her gorgeous red fiery hair and sparkling eyes speaking for her. She was beautiful and she used that to every advantage she had.
"What would you like?" The bartender certainly was a sight for sore eyes, his grin showing off sparkling pearls, his brown hair an unruly mess on his head, as if he had run his hands through his hair one too many times.
I wouldn't mind running my hands through his hair.
Shaking the thought away, I focused on the bartender, I could feel the pink dusting over my cheeks. I placed my cold hands over them, hopefully ridding them of the tell-tale colour.
"Have you seen a girl looking for her dick tonight?" Heather asked, a small smile playing on her lips.
The bartender looked caught off guard for a second before recognition passed over his eyes and a small smirk took over his face. "The blonde chick right, yeah."
"Well, I'll have whatever she was having thanks," Heather smiles, a dangerous look crossing over her face.
The bartender gives a nod and turns to me, "What about you miss?"
"I'll just have a gin and tonic please," I utter, biting down on my pink painted lips to stop my thoughts from going awry from looking at the crinkle in his eye. Besides, from the way that Heather was raising her eyebrows up at me when he turned away was enough confirmation to know that she was planning on making him her next conquest.
After a few minutes, he placed the drink in front of me, gave me a toothy grin and turned his attention to Heather. I didn't blame him, she was drop-dead gorgeous tonight and her dress, which offered a dangerously low neckline only added to the mysterious aura that she was trying to create.
"Guys always love a good mystery," she had always told me, "they just want to unravel you bit by bit, finding out every single secret, the hard bit is keeping them there once they've sussed you out, but babe, really, that's the entertaining part." Of course, I had no idea what she was going on about but now, watching the bartender watch her mesmerised, as she smiled coyly at him made me think that maybe she was right.
I had to use that party trick one day.
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I had been nursing my drink for half an hour. No, correction, I had been nursing my empty glass for half an hour. I had refused a second helping and was now glancing aimlessly around the club.
I was surprised whoever was hosting this party was able to rent out the whole club. Their parents must be loaded.
Or he's dealing drugs.
I would prefer to think it was the former, I was never one for encouraging drugs, I had seen what it did to my own mother and wouldn't wish that pain on anyone, not even my worst enemies.
A sharp prod to my side had me hissing in annoyance as I looked towards the culprit, who was showing what seemed like a comical facial expression.
I sighed, "Heather, we may be best friends, but contrary to popular believe, I can't actually read your mind, you're going to have to actually tell me what you want to tell me."
With a sigh of her own, she used a long finger to point at a girl who was weaving through the crowd.
Her hair was dark, almost pitch black, her figure absolute perfection.
Ria.
"You want me to come with?" A look of concern washed over her face, she obviously didn't want me to face her alone, but this was something I needed to do alone. That and I could still see her eyes flitting between me and the bartender, she too deserved her own happiness.
Who knew, maybe he could be her happily ever after?
"I'll be fine, seriously, you just focus on finding out that hottie's name," I lean in and whisper in her ear, my mouth almost widening in glee as I saw her blush beetroot red.
Standing up, I smoothed out the crinkles in my outfit before stumbling past the array of people before frowning down at my heels.
My eyes focused in on the black hair, my mind immediately making her my main target as I stalked forward with a new-found confidence that was probably instilled in me via the alcohol. I was going to put this right and I was going to do it tonight.
Pushing angrily past the very people who had made my life a misery for the past few weeks, I placed myself behind Ria and gently tapped her on the shoulder. Watching her turn around, a scowl imprinting on her face as soon as she saw me.
"What do you want?" She sneered, looking me up and down, no doubt assessing me from head to toe, the gears in her brain deciding whether I could be deemed worthy to talk to.
"We need to talk." I answer, looking straight into her eyes, almost daring her to back away.
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Surprisingly, this chapter did not end up like I had planned it (the bartender thing was kind of spontaneous, but hey, Heather isn't complaining!) But I do hope you guys liked it. I would appreciate any comments or votes