Sickly Sweet

Successful dare... or is it?

Elizabeth

The noise around me was deafening.
The club has dimmed its lights making the aura even more desirable.

My head feels so light from the number of drinks I had. 

Choking on the last shot of my Martini I groaned.

"I want more!!"  I yelled at the bartender who is now hurriedly bringing another bottle of Martini and almost stumbled on his way back to me.

That instantly made me laugh out loud like a lunatic.

The bartender just gave me a weird look but continued his task of refilling my drink. He looks way too young to work in a club.

He finished his task and took a step back.

I gulped all of it in one go.

"I want more!!!!." I yelled again.

He unloaded all the contents of the bottle in my glass and when I glared at him...he made his way to fetch another bottle of Martini grumbling something inaudible.

I was just sitting on one of the bar stools and was smiling at every damn person who is passing through.
They all just gave me a few strange looks and few guys were eyeing me like a lollipop ready to grab.

A couple was passing by and I noticed that the guy has stopped walking just to stare at me.....but of course, earned a punch on his jaw from his girl.
She just yelled 'fuck you' at him and threw me a glare while leaving. He whined in pain but followed her anyway, muttering apologies to her.

That made me happy for no reason at all.

Usually, I wouldn't enjoy the ranter amongst the people but....now...  Well, it's different considering what just happened to me a few moments ago.

I deserve to relish some drama.

I sighed in frustration...which by the way was very much audible.
This bartender dude is taking a lifetime to bring me my drink.

When he'll return... you should probably smack his face. My inner voice advised to which I agreed and continued to smile to myself.

"There she is!!"  Some familiar voice exclaimed in the background.
I twirled around my stool which by the way has got some insane magic or something inside it that makes me twirl effortlessly.

And guess what??.

It doesn't even have wheels.

I know... It's pretty amazing!!

I don't know what makes this stool go round and round but I just loved it from the moment I sat down on it.

I think it loves me back too... You wanna know why??
Because it secretly tucked its nail into the hem of my dress.

Awwwww! Don't worry, I won't leave you.

I was busy twirling, whirling, and giggling on my sweet stool but someone has to interrupt my little happiness.

Irritation spiked up so instantly and I looked who it was.

Seeing her made me so happy.

" what the fuck you think you're doing Liz??" Susan yelled shaking my shoulders a couple of times which made my head go off my neck, visit Miami and come back.

I giggled at the thought of only my head without my body wandering the beaches.

"Fuck!! how much did you even drink?" This time it was Ver who asked the question with concern hanging on her face.