DECIMATE H.S

The Butterfly Club

M.C

Ash and I are currently getting ready to go to The Butterfly Club. I'm designated driver tonight, meaning I won't drink hardly anything so Ash can get plastered.

"I'm so keen to meet some attractive English boys, you don't even understand" Ash laughs, curling her brown hair.

"From the ones I've seen just down the street, you'll be in luck. They've all been quite the lookers" I admit, encouraging her.

I slip my beige, lace covered bodycon dress I designed on, fixing the cross-over back straps so they look symmetrical.

I strap on some beige heels and fluff my loosely curled, blonde hair.

Once we're satisfied with the way we look, we head out to the club, keen to get our diva on.

We arrive at the busy club, admiring the black and gold furniture and the red velvet furnishings.

We head over to the gold lit bar, Ash already talking about some cute guy she's spotted.

I order a vesper martini, something I enjoy quite a lot.

We take in all the sweaty bodies clad in minimal clothing. All the girls have revealing dresses and skirts on, obviously trying hard to get some action.

Out of this whole room; Ash and myself are dressed the best; after all, I did design our clothes, so what can I say?

We step onto the dance floor, swaying our hips to the beat. Ash and myself grind a little together, earning some guys cheering us on.

Ash starts talking to one of the guys, getting real close with him. I continue dancing in the group of drunk people, loosing sight of Ash and her new found guy.

Suddenly, I feel someone grinding into my back, definitely not Ash this time.

This body is solid and boob-less.

I turn around and almost drop my glass.

This man before me is absolutely gorgeous. I am blown away by the sexiness of this guy, I've never seen anything like him.

I knew English guys were hot and all, but this guy is beyond words.

He's got to be the sexiest thing I've seen.

His long brown locks bounce as he takes ahold of my lace-clad waist, as his piercing emerald green eyes gaze into my boring brown ones.

He has a pink-lipped smirk plastered on his masterpiece of a face, hopefully finding my awkward head attractive too.

As he hold my hips tightly, I throw my head back in laughter trying not to spill my drink in the process.

I laugh due to the unrealistic scene playing out before me.

Why is this beautiful man grinding his body into mine.

Maybe he's blind?

As we gently grind to the music, he leans in and breathes a small "Hi" into my ear, making me close my eyes as I take in his sexy thick British accent.

I lean into his ear and let out a breathy "Hi" back, giggling afterward.

I thought maybe I'm seeing an ugly man as hot due to the alcohol, but I haven't even had two sips of my Martini yet; I'm sober.

Out of nowhere, this god-like man removes a hand form my waist, gripping my glass instead.

He brings it up to his beautiful lips, taking a sip.

"Vesper" He says, guessing my drink straight away.

He continues to tip my expensive cocktail into a plant box, emptying its entire contents.