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Jesus Christ the it’s bright. Feels like the world is screaming at me. Oh god- “Where am I?” I muttered as I sat up quickly and looked around the room. This… isn’t my house. Oh shit, this isn’t my bed either.
— flashback to last night —
“Oh my goddddd! Y/N! Look at that guy over there!” My friend drunkenly whispered to me. But she was drunk and we’re at a club so it’s more like a drunken yell.
“He’s so pretty! Look at his- look at- fuckkk” Madisynn says before she fell over onto the ground. I’d say she ‘took a graceful tumble in her heels’ but the girl just flopped over.
“Madisynn! Are you ok?” I frantically spoke trying to grab her off the ground. She might be a train wreck but she’s my train wreck.
“I’m fiinneee~ just” she hiccups while holding her empty martini glass, “you gotta look at that guy over thereee-“ she hiccups again, “he’s your typee”
I don’t even know what she’s rambling about now. Thank god I’m not drunk, hah, that’d be really bad. Who would take care of-
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck. Madisynn’s gone. Soon as I thought that I saw some orangey-yellow sparks in the air where she used to be sitting. God knows where she went. Always does this, gets drunk off her ass and disappears with some sparks. I’ll probably see her in a few nights here again anyways.
Jeez, these lights. If I was on LSD at least the lights would look cool, these just hurt. I tried to look up at the lights but I ended up having to shield my eyes with the back of my hand. Maybe I should just make a dash for the bathroom, clean up a bit. I think Madisynn spilled some of her drink on me when she fell.
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After a few minutes (or what felt like a few minutes) of pushing through a bunch of unpleasant, sweaty hot, bodies, I finalllyyy made it to the bathroom.
The lights in here aren’t much better but at least they aren’t flashing.
I walked over to the sink and started washing my hands. I desperately wanted to clean my face but I also don’t want to wipe off what’s remaining if my makeup. Turns out that Madisynn had missed my dress. Nice.
After cleaning myself up a bit I put on a fresh layer of red matte lipstick as it had rubbed off earlier. Damn it. My eyeshadow was starting to disappear too. I don’t have anything for that.
I ended up just settling for the lipstick and dabbed a bit of it onto the corners of my eyelids aswell.
“Ok Y/N. You can do this. We’re gonna find that guy- and- and we’re gonna- ah fuck what am I doing.” I tried to reason with myself, hands leaning on the sink and staring into my reflection. “Ugh lets just go…” I decided upon instead, tapping my hand on the counter a few times before walking back out towards the club.
As soon as I got out there, the #1 priority was to either find the hot guy, or get a drink. Whichever happens first isn’t a problem.
I walked around briefly, searching the wall near the bathrooms he was standing at earlier, and the dance floor. The only people there were drunks and sex-driven people. Can’t blame them, when there’s hot people around also looking for someone.
Whatever. If I can’t find the guy, I’ll find the bar. That’s what usually ends up happening on nights like these anyways. I’m not much of a ‘one-night stand’ person. More of a ‘let’s get wasted’ kind of person.
Anyways, I started scouring the bar for an open seat. If I’m gonna get drunk off my ass I’m gonna need the option to sit.
As I was sitting down I took notice of some of the people near me. One guy to my left was definitely sketchy. Might as well have a big yellow flashing WARNING sign over his head. He just looked like he has all the wrong intentions.
On the other hand, to my right it was… a couple? I think they’re a couple. A granny, guess she wants to party it up too, and- oh shit. It’s the hot guy. THE hot guy. And he’s right next to me. Fuck ok, I can’t be drunk off my ass if I wanna talk to him. Shit I’m staring. Good god what do I do.
“Hi” says said hot guy. He has a nice voice.
“H-“ fuck lemme clear me throat, “hi.” I tried offering a smile to him but I think it came out as strained.
“Would you like a drink?” He asked almost cautiously. I think he’s also worried about screwing this up. I can tell he’s at least tipsy
“I was just planning on getting one actually” I added back
“Oh you didn’t just come up here to sit next to me?” He said, voice dripping in sarcasm.
Couldn’t help but giggle from that. “Was planning on getting a drink, but I’m not bothered” God he’s so handsome.
“What can I get you tonight?” The bartender asks, walking up to us.
“Uh- maybe a whiskey of some kind?” He responds to the bartender. “What’d you like?” He turns to me asking.
“I’ll have what he’s having.” Jesus. I might be at a club but I don’t really like liquor. It just tastes bad. Only good part is the buzz.
After the bartender walks away, mr. Hot guy wastes no time turning towards me and asking, “So ms. I’ll have what he’s having. What’s your name?”
I giggled again at his words. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or just him but he makes my face feel hot. “The names Y/N. You?”
“Marc” he adds. He also seems very happy with himself, turning back forward to face the bar. I didn’t miss that little grin starting to form on his face.
Just then the bartender walked over and handed us our drinks. “Two whiskeys…” she drawled out as she watched the counter carefully placing each. “Holler if you need anything” she added before walking off.
As I watched Marc take a sip of the Whiskey and scowl at it, I also saw him scowl towards the general direction behind me.
“Y/N… what if we move ourselves over to that booth over there hm?” He said, phrasing it as a question but also leaving little room for argument.
“Sounds good to me”, I simply responded grabbing my alcohol.
As we both stood up to leave the bar, Marc gently grabbed my hand and slowly interlocked our fingers, this time leaving room for any protests. But it’s mr. Hot guy so it’s no problem.
I followed him over to a more secluded section of the bar I didn’t even know about. It wasn’t hidden by any means, just that when the dance floors full it’s harder to see. It was also a little quieter over here which I greatly appreciated. I’ll have to keep that in mind for the future.
As we sat down my brain started to pick at me and wondered, “Why’d we move over here?”
Marc responded, “There was a man behind you watching you. Scared he might try something.” He immediately let out a sigh that he seemed to have been holding onto from the bar. “It’s also a bit quieter here. And you don’t have to scream as much for me to hear your pretty voice.” He seemed very happy with himself for that line.
Like where’d this confidence come from? Not saying I don’t like it. Mr. Hot guy gets some extra bonus points.
“Thanks for that. Truly” I responded, also letting out a sigh I didn’t know I had.
We kept up that idle kind of conversation for probably an hour while we slowly drank down our liquor, both now equally drunk. Only other change that happened in this convo was how both of our feet ended up together under the table. I don’t think either of us know how it happened.
“Oh wow, it’s getting late” Marc said while looking over his wrist watch. Very fancy.
“Oh yeah, wow.” I responded after he angled his wrist toward me so I could read it as well. The time was 1:27 AM. Past midnight.
“Hate to say it, but I need to get going. Maybe I could walk you home?” He spoke, some hope in his voice. He’s adorable.
“Yea sure!” I responded again smiling this time. No worth hiding it. Can’t tell if that’s the liquor or rush of confidence speaking. Seems like we both have that going for us right now.
We stood up together, leaving our whiskey glasses on the table near some other glasses people had been accumulating on the booths.
He again intertwined his fingers with mine, this time a little stronger, like he didn’t want to let me go.
Once we got outside it was obvious that it was a good night to be walked home. While the weather was amazing, it was also extra sketchy tonight.
We were walking down an alley-way as a shortcut, I started swinging my hand that was in his more. He started doing the same which resulted in us half running down the street hand in hand and dancing.
That’s when the rain started. No wonder the night felt so cool, it was on the precipice of raining.
Our half-dancing ended up turning into a mad dash for an overhang on the side of the alley-way. He made it to the wall first and I ended up accidentally crashing into him. Hot damn, his chest was firm. I’d be very surprised if he did not have abs.
This was also when I noticed that he was taller than me. Probably about a heads length, so not by too much but enough that I would have to get on my toes to kiss him.
I saw him glance behind me and started to blush. After that he mumbled “Si, muy bonita” under his breath, but I barely heard what he said so I couldn’t translate. After, he promptly moved his free hand to settle on the back of my head pointing my head more directly towards his.
At this point our bodies were flesh together. He smelled like whiskey, sand, and new books. Wonder what he thinks I smell like. This thought did happen to get cut-off though, his lips slowly inching closer to mine. He kept his eyes open, looking at me waiting for an answer. I briefly shook my head ‘yes’ and cut the distance, both our lips making contact.
It was so much better than I thought it’d be. His lips were soft but also moving like he knew what he was doing. Felt as if his kiss itself was sobering me up. I went to take a breath of air but Marc took it as an opportunity to snake his tongue over mine, deepening the kiss.
Slowly said kiss went from gentle to hungry. Eventually our hands were no longer locked together in one pair, and our hands ended up being on each other.
After what felt like an amazing eternity of this kiss, Marc pulled away, albeit slowly and suggested that we go to his place. I didn’t even have to think twice, there was no way I could just walk home after a kiss like that. I thought it was going to sober me up but it was just more drunken-ing.
By this point the rain had started to die off enough so we could walk to his place comfortably. We walked back hand in hand for what was probably 10 minutes.