escondida

Chapter 8

I sift to the alleyway next to the club that I usually go to but instead of turning left towards it, I turn right.

The club I usually go to is just to get drunk. There's great drinks, but no hot guys.

I walk for a few minutes until I get to the entrance of Alasken, the most popular bar for Supernatural people.

My parents were Fae so I'm basically Fae, even though I was born human.

I walk past the long line of other Supernaturals and over to the tall, dark haired bouncer at the front of the club. One look up and down of my body has him opening the door for me.

Horny mother fuckers. But who am I to talk?

I smile at him as I brush past the bouncer and walk through the tall silver doors. I sway my hips more than I need to because I know people are watching me and go straight over to the bar and sit on one of the free stools.

I look around and make eye contact with the blonde barrister and he walks over to me.

"Hello sexy, what can I get for you?" He asks me in an accent I can't quite pinpoint but it's hot nonetheless.

I twirl my brown hair around my finger and he watches with lust filled eyes. I knew the short dress was a good idea.

"Four vodka shots." I say to him and he raises his eyebrows.

"Rough night?" He asks me as he goes to pour my drinks.

"You wouldn't believe it unless you saw it." I say back to him as I continue mindlessly twirling my hair around my finger.

He doesn't say anything after that, he just reaches below the bar and comes up with four glasses and a bottle of vodka. He pours the drink and slides them over to me, leaving straight away to tend to a customer further down the round bar table.

I gulp down one of the glasses with a tilt of my head and spin around on my chair to look around at the club.

I've only been here a few times because it serves alcohol at a much higher price compared to the bar I usually go to. It's a really fancy place though. A perfect place to potentially fall into bed with a rich and powerful Supernatural.

Not that I care who they are, as long as they're good in bed.

The bar I'm at is in the very middle of the club, a round circle table with a hole cut out in the middle where the barristers work. There are lots of booths around the perimeter of the club, dark red couches with tables between them that are made out of the same wood as the counter I'm leaning on.

The dance floor in the middle though is my favourite.

I'm certainly not much of a dancer but after a few drinks I start to think I am.

I rest my elbows on the counter behind me as my eyes look around, looking for someone who will be able to fuck me good tonight.

I can feel many eyes that have been on me since I walked in.

I don't blame them. If I saw me walk into a club I'd stare too.

I sigh and turn back around to take another shot when my eyes meet two dark brown ones looking at me from directly across the bar.

I keep eye contact as I pick up a shot, tip my head back and drink it. Daring him with my eyes to come over.

Well I hope that's what my eyes were saying anyways. For all I know I could look like a psychopath.

I look away for a second to place the empty shot glass on the table but when I look up he's gone.

I wait a few seconds and then I feel a new presence beside me.