What A Feeling

(2) Magic Mikes Magical Shots

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I threw my head back, dark locks surrounding my shoulders, slightly falling while the bitter liquor left a warm fuzzy feeling in the pit of my stomach. I've lost count on the number of them I've had at this point and don't particularly know what I'm drinking but it tastes good and it is doing the job. As soon as I entered the bar the surroundings weren't what I excepted. It was dark, red rough lights dimly shine onto the dance floor while the only other source of light was hanging blubs around the bar or above a wooden table. Young girls and boys swaying to the sensual music, some with friends, some alone, others with a new stranger of the night, my feet gravitating to the alcohol without much involvement from me refusing. Numerous different bottoms of liquid take up the wall, leaving no indication on what the colour behind is, only a few people occupying the cushioned seats. Once I arrive, I jump into the nearest one, turn my head to the bartender and say my last sober words, "Surprise me.".

So here we, an hour later, well, I think an hour later, and many magic shot later. I slam the glass onto the counter stop, normally I'd be cringe at such a loud noise, but at this moment in time I don't care. My head falls forward with the drink feeling heavy, all I could hear was the music in the background as I try and figure out what song it is.

I've heard this song before.

I bring my heavy skull back up along with my elbow to attach to the table, using my hand for a head support, my body slightly leaning to one side. My glass now on its side as I turn it around in my fingers, causing it to break dance along the chipped wood as I wait for my magic friend to come back.

I wonder who else has sat in this seat. Maybe a sad drunk man on the brink of divorce, drinking his way through the bar so he doesn't have to go home to the wife and kids to tell them that he was finally cut from his job. Maybe a girl who found a good guy for a one-night stand, to only find out the guy took you his mums house and she walks in at the very wrong time. Maybe even the president. The president would be cool. Why dont we have a president? We just have Boris Johnson and hes well, no comment.

"You alright there?", my magic man says now in front of me, thank god I need a drink. I shoot up, my posture suddenly becoming as straight as a pencil, the quick movement making me stumble backwards, causing me to yet again loose my breath, hands flinging forward. Lucky my hands locate the side of the counter the same time magic Mike leans over to grab my arm.

"Drink please!", I appealed, giving a sweet smile alongside a giggle.

Im a giggly drunk.

"Wild Thoughts!", I exclaim, that's the song!

"I think you've had enough for tonight.", Mike sadly called, sorry Mike, but I don't think I have, I can still think straight. "Well you see, I don't think I have.", I try to reason, only to gain an unamused face back.

"C'mon,", I continue, "How could you say no to a face like this?". I pull my hands towards my face, palms down as I place them on my checks to create an arrow like shape, tilting my head to the side and mustering up the biggest smile I could come up with, eyes scrunched.

I must look like an idiot but in my mind I look cute.

I wait a few seconds before opening my eyes again, only to be faced with an unamused face again. Wow, well I know what type of friend you are. How could anyone deny a face like this, I look like a cute lost puppy with floppy ears and loves to have belly rubs. Exactly, I dont have to be a dog to get belly rubs, I would take them as a human and back scratches. I love back scratches, maybe even more than a dog does. Why does my back suddenly feel itchy?