Prison Of Glass

02 | letting loose

Anastasia

Shot number five was definitely a bad idea. But I like bad ideas.

I felt the cool, burning taste make its way down my throat, and into my system, making me momentarily dizzy.

Yet the party had just begun. This was the wild side of our country. The one that I love. People would think that something as vulgar as frat parties, or beer in red cups would never occur in such a country where money is everything. Well they're wrong. In fact, this lifestyle is something that I cherish, even though I wasn't born into it, it doesn't mean I can't enjoy it.

I felt a pair of familiar arms hug me from behind. "Bitch, I love you!" She sing songed.

Livie has been my best friend since I was about fifteen. Livie isn't from the same lifestyle as Damien and I are from. She isn't that wealthy, but she's the most genuine person I know. Loyalty and friendship is something you can't buy, and they are not something that is not seen in the world I live in.

Livie was the one who taught me how to let loose, taught me how to live freely. She taught me that it's okay to get crazy. She brought out the real me.

"Liv, how much have you had to drink?" I slightly slurred. "Hundred, seventy, I don't know, I just want to DANCE!" She screamed and pulled me on the dance floor.

Both of us moved our body against the rhythm of the music playing in background, our movements very messy as both of us very half drunk. I let the beats of the music flow through me as I bobbed my head up and down, feeling the music as my body moved without any control. This feels great.

I watched as Liv turned around to see a guy closing in on her. She moved closer to him and grinded against him as I took my cue to leave.

I again pressed my body against the bar stool as I waved at the bartender to come towards me. "Strongest drink you have." I ordered and slammed the money on the table, with a smirk on my face.

He quickly placed the glass on the table as I took a long sip out of my drink. I have a serious drinking problem. I gulped the drink down in one go as I put the glass back on the table. I again got lost in my thoughts as I closed my eyes slightly and leaned my head on the table.

"Why the fuck did you leave me alone?" A loud voice said as his finger poked my back.

I didn't answer him for a few seconds until he kept poking. "Anaaaaaa." He whined.

Poke.

Poke.

Poke.

Poke.

I reacted faster than flash and grabbed his finger with my hand and gave him a glare.

"I will kill you."

"Tell me why you left without telling me?"

"I thought you were going home with that girl."

"No, she was just flirting material" Damien shook his head in horror and barked out a loud laugh. Damien took a seat beside me and ordered my drink.

I gave him a humoured look. "Flirting material?" 

"Yeah, you know, it's like they're just there for a quick how dee do, you don't actually have sex with the. You have sex with a lot of guys, don't you know it?" He nudged me. 

I just shook my head at him.

" You know, one time this guy said he loved me twice during sex and I distinctly remember rushing out of that room, and climbing over the electrocuted fence, and when I finally made past it, his neighbor's squeaky chihuahua chased me down two blocks."