Elodie Hart;
"Tasting her is like heaven. But Harlow isn't heaven. Nor is she hell; Harlow is the f*cking devil herself, with her sharp intimidation and her cruel way of things, but she tastes nothing like it. She tastes of sweetness and determinati...
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I didn't realise how fun clubbing and partying could be. I always turned down Iris when she begged me to go and loosen up with her, thinking the worst and thinking I would absolutely hate it. Tonight proved me wrong. Or maybe it was that the people in here weren't drunk British guys begging for sex.
I've been having so much fun with my friends and on the dance floor, dancing around complete strangers who seemed to be the best people to be around in the moment.
I feel like it's my last day alive and I'm doing everything I want. I don't have a single care in the world.
I didn't even drink any alcohol. Usually, it'd probably take a bit of it to loosen up the way I am and be confident dancing in this crowd of people, but I'm completely sober and having the greatest time of my life.
The vibes in the room from every single being here burst like a flame and capture those around me, blessing everyone with the same vibes in the room, making everything so much better.
The music banging in my ears already feels like a drug, as addicting as one can be.
I'm on the dance floor again before I know it, twisting and swaying my body to the rhythmic tune of the current song playing. For a second, I forgot it was even New Years'. But I soon got reminded when everyone started shouting when the last hour of the year started.
Since it's the last hour, more people start to join the room, onto the dance floor, filling up a whole lot of space and I find myself buried between them all. I take that as a hint to leave the dance floor for a little while longer, so so head to the bar.
Unfortunately for me, Sam isn't there. She probably found the guy in the burgundy suit and they were currently bonding into the new year.
I've not seen Vera or Elena around either, and none of the girls have texted me, so I'm on my own for now. Until I find some company, I'll sit at the bar with a drink.
I order a 'cranberry fitz' at the bar. It looks interesting. I don't mind cranberry.
A presence fills the stool beside me.
"I'll have the same as her."
I turn my head to the unfamiliar voice, seeing a woman sitting on the stool next to me. Crimson red and curly hair, wearing a velvet coloured short dress. I didn't even notice her near me while I ordered, she must've been nearby and heard me.
She smiles at the man at the bar, who hands me my drink and goes back to remake another. Then she turns her head towards me. Her eyes scan my figure head to toe and I feel a little embarrassed as she checks me out.
