This City [n.h]

00. san francisco

Isobel's P.O.V.
Say I'm done running from the one that I want so bad
Take Me back, Take Me Back, Take Me back..
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Shutting off my engine to my car, I sigh and look at the building in front of me. In bright neon lights hangs a sign that says Monarch on top of a building with a line of people outside waiting to get in. I was only here for a couple of drinks tonight after a frustrating, long day at the art studio. Usually I don't go to night clubs after a long day at work, I rather be at home wrapped in my fuzzy white blanket while eating two burritos and some nachos from Taco Bell.

May seem kind of disgusting, but I promise I am not a messy eater.

Yeah, say that to the mild sauce stain on your white fuzzy blanket.

Shut up thoughts!

But I truly needed a few drinks after today. It was one of those days where you just know you need some alcohol in your system after working.

All day I've been trying so hard to put together a new installation, but recently my inspiration has not been empty. Even though I am only just starting out, this city is full of opportunities. There was nothing for me back in that small town in Minnesota anyways, so moving to San Francisco was the best thing for me to do.

I get out of my car and start walking up to the back of the line while smoothing the wrinkles on my black dress. My black heels click against the pavement. The thing is my closet is very limited with jeans that have multiple paint stains on them and baggy shirts. So yes, it is a pretty basic outfit to wear for a night out.

(the dress she is wearing)

Finally making it to front of the line after 25 minutes and showing my ID card to the guard, I walk in immediately blinded by multi colored, flashing lights. Now this isn't my first time in a night club, but do they really have to have so many lights flashing? Jeez, most of these people in here can't even see anyways with their blurred vision from the alcohol, they're making it worse with these lights.

I let out a big sigh and seat myself on a bar stool waving over to the bartender.
"Hello, can I get five shots of tequila and a margarita?" I asked to the bartender whose name tag read Henry.

"Coming right up, miss!" Henry says while pulling out some shot glasses.

I gave him a small smile and then looked around the club. Many people were dancing their hearts out on the dance floor, some were in the booths drinking with their friends, and others were making out up against the walls of the club with no care in the world. Typical night club environment, to be honest.

A few minutes later, Henry places my shots and margarita in front of me saying "enjoy your drinks!" then quickly attends to another person. Grabbing one shot glass, I tilt my head back and pour it into my mouth then make a face right after. The burning effect of alcohol is no joke, but it feels good sometimes.