Succession H.S

CHAPTER TWO

Song: Arabella by Arctic Monkeys

Great escape, lost track of time and space
She's a silver linin', climbin' on my desire
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Willow

I look over my shoulder, after watching the blue light of the club's sign shine down on Fae's face.  I'm still very aware of my surroundings because my gut was calling out to me. For what, I wasn't sure, but it was starting to get a bit overwhelming with the constant, loud music already ringing from inside while we stood in line.

My eyes flick back over to the people in front of us, slowly stepping closer inside amongst the large group of people. Thankfully, none of them had been inside yet, otherwise, we'd be stuck in a hive of sweaty drunks.

Once we're through, the people start splitting up and drifting to individual corners of the club. A busy dance floor seemed to take up the majority, but there was a bar to the right that was perfect for a club like this.

Good enough to get rid of whatever was nagging at me.

I turn to Fae. She's standing to my left, I find my way against her ear to attempt telling her that I want to get a drink

"Let's get a drink," I yell at her, nodding my head towards the bar, hoping she understands it. She nods straight away.

We start walking and I observe the strobe lights hitting everyone's skin that are lighting up the whole club in shades of blue. I feel Fae stop, and when I look back at her, she seems to be staring at someone.

"Fae, come on, I wanna get wasted before you go off to suck dick."

"Willow-" She jumps at me, surprised I would say that.

My comment was enough to get her to keep walking.

I was honestly surprised to see how well dressed every single passing person was, but then I remembered where we were. Paris, what some would say "a hotspot of fashion".

And on top of that, you could tell they all had money, and they were ready and willing to spend it. After all, it wasn't a hidden fact, illegal rendezvous of the people who lived here.

As we start getting closer to the bar, I feel a shiver run through me.

It felt like someone was staring at me.
I'd felt like this before...

I catch a pair of eyes, ones that I had seen before, ones that I still wasn't sure meant good or bad things. He's leaning against the side of the bar, his eye glued to my own as he watched me from a distance.

"Ugh, now who are you staring at?" She turns to glance at the object in my line of vision, "you know em'?" She says, snapping me back to face her, not sure what to tell her.

Thankfully she didn't need an answer to that before she spotted something.

"God, the guy in the white suit is hot," she says under her breath. She instinctively bites down on her lower lip as she watches him.

Shit, the man was right next to the one staring at me.

"I don't know them," I tell her, turning back to order drinks for us.