the club smelled like my worst nightmare. it smelled like coming home from school and wanting to go back right away. my first instinct was to recoil, to fall back. yet my friends continued to lead me to hell, tugging on my hands. i could hear satan's laughter increasing the further i entered the nightclub. it just now occurred to me why i didn't want to go.
the louder the music got, the hotter this hell became. i don't know how i was even able to move about in this place. it was almost as if the alcohol was my puppeteer, i was merely held by some string.
i started to drink more than i could handle, ignoring my friends' amusement. i could only hope they wouldn't mind me avoiding them for the next couple of weeks.
if someone was to try and flirt with me, i think i'd officially lose my mind. the last thing i needed was someone trying to get into my pants. or maybe that was just the thing i needed? no. that's not you. that's the vodka. but who cares if it's the vodka? i haven't had a one night stand in what seemed like ages ago. i've missed being free.
oh, fuck it.
i targeted the first person i saw. i could barely make out what they looked like and i definitely didn't hear what their name was. all i know is that i'm going home with someone tonight. i'm moving at my will.
