one night, a million thoughts.

chapter one ; pilot

-- The night of November 29th  --

I love my friends, but don't get me wrong, when I get dragged out my bed at 10:30pm to go clubbing, I am certainly NOT happy. Although, after having a few shots, I greatly appreciate my friends. 

I'm a slut for a good drink.

No, sorry. I'm a slut after a good drink. Or two. No, three.

As you could imagine, I am dancing with a very attractive, muscular man. I can't see much of his features but his hair is a beautiful shade of brown. His skin is pale, tattoos on show while his eyes pierce into mine. Gorgeous, gorgeous man. 

I think he said his name was Asher, Axolotl? 

No, not axolotl, Axl. I giggle at the thought, while my arms wrap tightly around his neck. "Something funny Amor?" he asked, his voice hoarse. I shake my head, a smile plastered on my face as his lips meet my neck.

"Follow me." I whisper and grab his hand, leading him to my friends. "No time for introductions, we'll see you later!" I hiccup and head for the dimly lit corridor.

I slam his back against the wall and grab his collar, roughly kissing him.

"You're drunk, Mi Amor." he says inbetween kisses.

I nod, acknowledging his words but you manage to say; "Well, I'll still remember this tomorrow, so it's not like I'm blackout drunk. So, just incase. I consent to whatever." 

A smirk appears on Axl's lips as he leans down, grabbing your thighs and lifting you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He backs you against the wall and starts kissing your throat, leaving what you can imagine to be the darkest purple hickey you have ever seen. I moan inbetween him placing the hickeys and gripping my thighs tighter. 

My hands find his hair and tug.

His eyes dart to mine, glaring at me. "Fucking bitch." Axl snarled and you grinned as if it was the best accomplishment you had ever done. His hands left my waist and lifted my arms behind my head with one hand. After that, he'd pulled his pants down and said- "You won't remember tonight. I can reassure you that."

And I actually don't remember anything.

(Wednesday morning) 

I grimace, waking up in someone else's room. My hand is laid across a warm body. Fuck. I turn my body, facing the man whose fast asleep still. The sun's already out. Shit. What time is it? I try moving my hand from the mans body but my hand gets trapped. "Good morning Mi Amor." his voice lingers throughout my body, giving me goosebumps as he slithers his hand up and down my arm that's trapped in his grip.

I chuckle awkwardly turning to the man I definitely slept with last night. Damn he's good-looking. "I should be going, my roommate's will probably have a search party out for me round about now." I say, admiring the mans features. The sunlight captures his face perfectly. Fuck me. No, hold on. He already did.

"Axl. My names Axl Slater." he reveals. I smile, "Twyla, Twyla Robins." I respond. He grins and sits up closer to my face this time. "Nice to meet the sober you." he laughs in pleasure. I shake my arm slightly out his grip, collecting my neatly folded clothes from the Chester draws.

"It was lovely meeting you." I add, putting my clothes on. "However, I need to get going before I am pronounced dead." Axl laughs and gets out of bed, throwing a shirt on. He has loads of tattoos spread out all over his back. One read; "Till this moment I never knew myself." I smile, "Pride and Prejudice." I mention. He turns around and furrows a brow. "Your tattoo. It's a quote from pride and prejudice by Jane Austen."