TRIGGER WARNINGS:
- ASSAULT
-BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF S/A
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Apocalypse - Cigarettes After Sex
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You've been locked in there forever
and you just can't say goodbye.
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Upon entering the Nightclub, you glanced around at your surroundings, various beats from the dubstep music that played painfully loud bounced off of the tall ceiling and walls, bird-like cages hung from the ceilings where women pole-danced inside of them, flashing neon lights peered their way into your vision when the machine aimed itself towards you.
Large crowds of people swarmed the dance floor, dancing in various groups, a circle formed around a man in the middle, he was break dancing, people cheered for him, some people ignored the commotion and were dancing erotically on their partners.
You sighed, already regretting coming here. You hadn't even made it past the entrance and you hated this damn place. You looked to the side to see Alex smiling down at you, he grabs your hand before dragging you to the dance floor. He laughed and intertwined his fingers in your hand before lifting your arm above your own head and spinning you around.
You couldn't help but giggle at him as he dipped you low, and planted a kiss on your lips and then playfully sprinkled you with others on your neck. He allowed you to your feet before grabbing you by the waist and twirling you so your back was to his chest. He wrapped his arms around your body and you both swayed to the upbeat music that deafened you.
It had been hours in that nauseating club, when you all the sudden felt a rush of nervousness, and anxiety come over you. You look over at Alex and speak loudly enough for him to hear you over the bustling crowds and music, "I'm going to use the restroom real quick! I'll be right back!" He looked at you and to confirm he understood you he just nodded his head.
I got up and made my way to the restrooms, only getting lost on the way, thinking to myself that this place is built like a damn maze. I sighed looking up at the layout of the club, I gasped. "This looks like the club in DevilMan CryBaby.. oh my god."
I turned happily, finally seeing the restroom sign come into your peripheral vision. I made my way to the restroom, opened the door then sat on the closed toilet seat.
I sighed and ran my hands through my curled hair, listening to the music that was now faded and muffled from the large cement walls that separated me from the dance-floor.
I sat up and brushed my dress off gently, adjusting it, then gently open the stall door. I made my way standing in front of the mirror I bent forward gently rubbing some smudged eyeliner underneath of my eye removing it to the best of my ability.
