𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨 {𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣}

4~{𝒞𝓁𝓊𝒷 𝒩𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉}

~The Mafia's Fourth Commandment:
Don't go to pubs and clubs.~

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Saturday, May 22nd

Night

~Destiny~

The music and flashing lights in the club didn't excite me like they used to. The drunk college students who crowded the dance floor were living their best lives. This feeling used to make me feel alive back in college. Four years pass and it doesn't even affect me anymore. I almost felt like I didn't belong in that club.

Simone led the way to the bar. "How wasted are we aiming to get tonight?" She asked.

I shrugged. "Honestly, I just want to get a little tipsy at most. I don't think being drunk is the best for me right now." I said.

The thing about drunk Destiny is that she overshares. I have to protect the secret of my story by any means.

It's kind of hard to hold it in. I really want to tell someone. I was just excited about it.

Simone ordered two shots for us. We both downed them easily.

Over the years, drinking wasn't even super exciting anymore. God, we were getting old.

That doesn't mean stop drinking, though.

"Get about five more of those." I said.

She smiled. "That's more like it."

~

I was now six shots deep and I was starting to feel it a little. I capped it there. I was done with drinks for the night.

Simone, on the other hand, had just finished her eighth one. She was getting drunker by the second.

Who was I to stop her?

"Des!" She said, dramatically dragging out my name "I'ma go and-" She let out a gross burp mid sentence. "-use the bathroom, okay? Don't you move, now!" She slurred.

I laughed. "I'll be right here when you get back."

She gave me a weak thumbs up before stumbling through the crowd to the bathroom.

I felt more nauseated as every second passed. I needed to sober up. The quickest way for me to do that was by getting some fresh air. I'd be back before Simone could stumble her way back to the bar.

It'd only be a minute.

I walked to the front of the club and stepped out the front door. I posted myself up against the wall and took a deep breath. I was already starting to feel more sober.

The door opened and a man stepped out of the club. He was beyond drunk.

He stumbled over to me and leaned against the wall like I was. I tried to pay him little to no mind.

He lit a blunt and took a few puffs. The smoke blew into my face.

"Yo!" I said as I fanned the smoke away. "If you gon' smoke go over there."

He patted his chest. "My fault, Miss. I didn't mean to bother you." He said.

I was thrown off by how polite he was. Usually, they would yell at me as if I was the bad guy, and it'd be a whole dispute.

I softened a little. "Actually, it's fine. You don't have to move."

He smiled. "What's your name, sweetie?"