Descendent Angel

Party hard

I felt it, that feeling again it always comes when I'm feeling free-that feeling of being watched, and no I don't mean by the sleazy old man or hormonal teenagers. I ignore the feeling and continue dancing moving my hips to the beat and wave my hands in the air,two hours of that can drain someone to the point where they know they need another beer, and that's just what I did, I left the boy that couldn't help but grind with-its not like I care about him anyway all he wants is what he can't have-not like I would tell him that wouldn't want to destroy his hope. I make my way to the bar ignoring the dirty looks the guy I was dancing with and the envious girls, I seat myself down in a seat waiting to be served-I know what your thinking what a hoe but its not like that every time I go somewhere I just haft to be hit on, or told off in some way because the girls don't like how I am getting the attention-yes I agree I am pretty to some degree with black hair, bright green blue eyes, and voluminous figure. It seemed to be my only eye catchers but its looks some boys and maybe a few girls seem to see,not my personality or my hobbies all they want is a one night stand- not that I do that anyway. When the bar tender finally assist me I order a bud light-haft to drive later. He gives my once over either to see if I'm old enough to drink or to take home. There I go again, sounding all conceited but I don't mean to my best friend is rubbing off on me, speaking of which where is she? Looking around I see half of the attention on me and the other on my friend Annabel, she's gracefully dancing by herself she says she hates the feeling of being grinded on, whatever that means-her red hair swinging on her face and back makes it look like she doesn't give a fuck-which she doesn't, her eyes closed and her eyebrows up to her forehead gives off that she's thinking of something, a brave young man gets behind her and starts rubbing on her-that didn't go well for him he ended up with his hands on his lower region moaning in pain but Anne looks as if nothing happened, I couldn't help but chuckle at this, same thing happens every time no matter what. I hear the bartender saying my drink is ready, I grab the cool glass cup and put it to my lips chugging 3 quarters of it-I feel eyes on me I look around and realize it is the bar tender "that has got to be the hottest thing I have ever seen" he says in a breathily tone, I haft to roll my eyes at this-I was just drinking my beer, I open my clutch and take out a five dollar bill paying the hormonal bartender. Something shiny caught my eye-it was my watch, I gasp as I see the time in soooo dead I glare at the watch as it was telling me I'm thirty minutes late it curfew. I walk over to the dance floor ducking out of some of the men's arms and grab a hold of Anne and drag her out of the club all the while she is screaming at me because I was totally ruining her fun. I let go of her when she realizes how late we are next thing I know I'm racing her to my Volvo. As we strap in I hear her put her passenger seat down, knowing she was going to fall asleep in about five ,I start driving out of the city. Once and a while I would get that feeling again the feeling of being watched.p, I ignore it again looking out the window for the last time memorizing the smell, feel, and look of the beach when all the sudden I see a white blur right next to me. I slam on the brakes on impulse all the while waking up Anne "hey is everything ok?"

"Yea just go back to sleep" I say in a breathily tone mkay is all I get back. I start the car again ready to get the grounding of a life time