𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 || 𝐃.𝐌

𝟎𝟑𝟒

Warning: alcohol

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Lights were flashing everywhere and people were dancing like crazy. Music boomed from all different directions and bottles of alcohol were almost everywhere. The DJ was controlling the music as people were dancing beneath him, making out and singing.

I was seated by the bar, I had lost Blaise and Daphne somewhere in the big crowd of dancing people. I was growing a bit tired but I was staying until the end.

"Belle!!" A sweet voice shouted from behind, the voice sounding innocent but I damn knew it wasn't. She ran up to me and wrapped her arms around my body, hugging me from behind "I've been looking for you everywhere, I almost thought you've left us. Anyways— you were right, this is probably the best decision I've made in a long time"

"Daphne how much have you been drinking?" I laughed as she took the seat next to me. She held up her fingers and almost pressed them together showing 'just a little'

The music was so loud it was hard to hear as both music and people were heard from everywhere.

"But my question to you— Isabella— is... how much have YOU been drinking?" She said, her voice noisy and hard to understand

"Too little" I laughed as I ordered the guy in the bar to get me another drink "I've been drinking too little"

I got my drink and took a sip.

Multiple drinks later and Blaise was with us again. The music was still booming loud from all different directions and people were dancing like there was no tomorrow.

Not caring about other people or their opinion I start to dance with the music as well. Swaying my hips in sync as the music and bringing my hands up over my head. I see Daphne dancing with some dude as they are dancing with each other, suddenly she pulls him in for a kiss and they both start making out, almost eating up each other's faces, in the middle of the dance floor.

I feel a pair of hands on my waist, slowly making it to my hips. I turn around to face an intoxicated man probably in his 40s. He grabs me tighter and pulls me closer to him.

"Get the fuck off me you nasty freak" I curse at him and push him away.

A smirk grows on his face and he moves closer again, probably thinking I'm joking.

"Come on baby" he said, in an American accent as the smell of his breath reached my nostrils "don't be so moody, kitty"

Adrenaline starts rushing through my body.

He tried to grab me by my chin but before he could reach my face he fell onto the ground, screaming and whining, he crumbled up to a ball and wrapped his hands around his head as he screamed for the pain to stop.