Tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear, I walked to the bar, a little bit timid and shy. The bartender smiled at me and asked me for what I wanted. I requested two bottles of tequila which he opened and gave to me. I gulped a little and immediately paid him. I didn't fancy drinking, except if life showed it's ugly head, and at this point it did. If I was to count how many bottles of alcohol I drank during the week, I prolly wouldn't be standing here, but I am.
I stood up and made my way to the club. I wasn't the clubbing type. I preferred reading, watching movies and making friends. I didn't have the time to go clubbing even if I had the chance to because I had a lot to do in school. And being an accounting student didn't help in my social life either.
Getting into the club, I became a but reckless. That was the first time I entered a club. It probably sounds a bit weird for a twenty-one years old lady saying that. I just wasn't the social type. I became agnostic about entering the club. I reluctantly entered and felt so insecure and open. I was a bit happy for the little drink I had earlier. I was tipsy, and it helped a lot at moment. I began to dance to the rhythm of the song slowly swaying my hips, and suddenly I felt something vibrate at my back, it was my phone, I reluctantly reached for it and answered the caller.
"Belle Anthony" I shut my eyes and mouth at the sound of Mike's voice
"What do you want from me? I'll talk to you later" I immediately hung up. I use to like Mike when I was in Nigeria, before I wrote my Scholastic Aptitude Test. We were friends until he travelled to America, until he decided to use my emotions for his gain, notwithstanding I still let go of everything. I discarded the thought and continued to dance.
I finished the last bottle of drink in my shaky hand. I knew I was getting drunk, but I was still a bit conscious.
"Be careful" a young but confident voice spoke behind me, I staggered to look at whose soothing voice it was. I belched a little and tucked my hair behind my ears. "Oh" is what I could say. "You're drunk Mrs?"I started to
Wonder. How could I describe his voice. I'd call it a sweet baritone, clear and calm. And my drunken state could still tell how he sounded. He was clearly intelligent. He looked sexy and sounded sexy.
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