Mask || Harry Styles AU

2

c h a p t e r t w o
EUPHORIC
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TW - sexual
harassment and
degrading language

Friday

As soon as Lexi gave the bouncer her name, the door was opened for us. Immediately I was hit with the stench of weed and alcohol, a mixture I had not experienced in such intensity for years. The nostalgia is so intense it sends a shockwave of adrenaline and excitement through my body.

"Let's go get drinks!" Lexi shouts over the loud, thumping music. I just smile in response and let her pull my hand through the club to the bar.

This place is insane. Each of the walls are lined with LED strips that flash purple, pink and blue in time to the music. The ceiling's tall, upon closer inspection I can see a second floor mezzanine with cushioned booths that overlook the dance floor.

The bar, now in front of us, is large, spanning across two walls. Behind it are hundreds of bottles, each being picked off and replaced continuously by the three members off staff working there.

"I'll get the first round!" I shouted to my friend who nods in response.

I look at each of the bar staff and pick out who I think I will most easily be able to catch the attention of.
There's two men, both of equal distance to me, one younger with a buzz cut and the other older with thick dark hair, I hedge my bets with the younger of the two and confidently push my way through the crowd.

"Two vodka red bulls please," I order without even having to ask Lexi.

"Of course," he smirks and shifts his eyes over my figure, lingering far to long on my cleavage.

Kill all men.

I wait patiently, trying to contain the scowl that's threatening to appear on my face. Instead, I take the time to further inspect my surroundings. This place really is cool, I can see why it's become popular so quickly.

The barman reappears with two glasses in hand, placing them down in front of me.

"There you are love," he says smirking.

Uncomfortable with the looks being given to me, I pick up the glasses as quickly as I can. "Thanks so much," I begin to pull some cash out of my bag before he holds his hand out for me to stop.

"No problem, on the house," he says with a wink, once again looking me up and down like a piece of meet.

I smile awkwardly and push my way back through the crowd to where Lexi's stood.

"I got'em on the house," I say.

She looks at me quizzically so I continue.

"The bartender was creepy so took staring at my tits as payment I guess," I say shrugging. 

"Ugh, what a pig," she replies, rolling her eyes, "come on let's go find a table."

We make our way to the left of the dance floor where high seats and tables line the room. We both down our drinks quickly and I immediately feel better.

Forty minutes later and six vodka shots down, I'm ready to dance. Still in a fit of giggles from whatever the hell we were talking about, I grab Lexi's hand and pull her to the dance floor.