Consequences to Your Actions [Dream x Reader smut]

Chapter 2.

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Y/N POV

    Walking out of the house I call an Uber. I wanted some "alone time" and what better place to get that than, you guessed it... the club. Y'know most people would probably think going to a club by yourself is boring, and hey, maybe they're right, but nevertheless I quite enjoy going by myself and that's all that really matters. Even if it ends up being boring I can always get a couple of drinks and leave.
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Some time later...

    The Uber arrives eventually and I get in the car. Once I tell him my destination he starts to drive. It's quiet in the car. There was no music, just the sound of the car, the wind, and the light sprinkle of rain that had started. It was calm, but the quiet let my mind wander, wander into the argument I just had.

    Me and Nick have been dating for around three years I think? Maybe longer, but after about a year I moved in with him. And I know, "oh you've barely started dating isn't this a bit fast?" and while yes, technically it would have been a bit fast if one, we hadn't been friends for another year before that and two, my apartment didn't have lead in the water and asbestos in the boiler room.

    Moving in with him was great at first, he was my caring, loving, boyfriend, he had a cute cat and a nice roommate, and he said I wouldn't have to pay rent. Seems like a win-win-win situation right? Wrong. In the beginning everything was fine, we'd bicker every once in a while but every relationship has their quirks. Until about a few months in.

    At this point we started arguing what felt like every couple of days at least. I'd usually end up "losing" because I wanted to stop arguing but he could probably go on and on for ages about the way I dressed, how I wore my hair, how I did my makeup, how often I asked for even the slightest bit of acknowledgement that he still loved me. Everything I did seemed to bother him. And it still does apparently.

    I wonder why I'm still with him sometimes. I mean yeah he's kind of a dick but I still love him. He can be ignorant sometimes but that doesn't mean we don't have our nice moments like the time where he... where.. he. . . I  can't remember. I can't remember a single time he has been nice to me. Surely there's something I can think of. I mean the past year has been kinda rough, but he was nice before that so why can't I think of even one moment-

    The car comes to a halt. "This is your stop right?" The Uber driver asks, I nod and dig into my bag to grab some cash for a tip. As soon as I find some money I feel a hand wrap around my wrist, sending shivers down my arm. I look up and lock eyes with the man, he has a cold gaze. "Don't bother sweetheart, seeing someone as young and beautiful as you is," he pauses for a moment, only to look me up and down with a trace of lust glazed over his eyes, " enough of a tip." He says with a slight chuckle. "Unless, of course, you want to tip me but I don't really take money," he continues, I tear my hand from his grasp, "I'm sorry, sir, but my service isn't free," I scoff and scooch my way out of the car.

    Uncomfortable as that interaction was I wasn't going to let it ruin my night. I walk towards the club. I can hear some shitty song playing from outside. I walk towards the entrance preparing my ID. The security checks it and nods at me. I enter the building now hearing the song at full volume, its so loud I can barely hear anything else let alone figure out the lyrics, I love it.

    I walk over to the bar area and order a drink. While waiting I decide to check my phone. Just what I expected.. no messages. Though I assumed he wouldn't of sent me one it'd be great to have one time where he acknowledges me, even if purely out of anger. I sigh and rest my chin on my hand.

    "Heyy girl~," I hear a voice say rather loudly, I look around and see some girl who seems to be pretty out of it by the looks of her. She starts walking towards me, a wide smile on her face. "You look sad, you okay?~" She asks still quite loud but I doubt anyone can hear over this music.

    "Yeah I- well kinda, it's just been a rough night y'know?" I say sighing, "I get you, sometimes it just be like that. But maybeee I could make you feel better." She said as more of a statement than a question, slurring her words.

    The bartender slides my drink over to me and I take a sip, struggling to not react that much. Oh my god this tastes so strong. What the hell is in this?... fuck this I paid like 10 bucks for this one drink this could be drugged and I'd still drink it. "What do you mean?" I say deep down hoping it's not drugged cause that would be a hassle to deal with. "Well I have a couple friends if you wanna come hang with us~?" She says sitting down next to me.

    "Yeah sure, sounds like fun," I reply with only slight hesitation, "Just let me finish my drink first," I say as I take another sip. "Girl, just chug it." The girl next to me says. "Shit, okay," I say and then proceed to down the entire glass before choking. After I finish dying the girl takes me to an area where some other girl is on a stripper pole there's a couple people smoking what I can only assume is weed and a bunch of probably straight girls making out. Oh this is gonna be so much fun.
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About 20 minutes later...

    I wake up from practically a trance confused, far more drunk than I was like 5 minutes ago but not even close to as bad as the girl I met was (in-fact, I think she might have been driven home by one of her friends cause she almost blacked out), but also surrounded by women so a fair trade.

    My night has somehow reversed just because of these women.. thank you, women.
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A/N - Second chapter longer than the first one how we feeling?

How we feeling out here tonight?
Yeah.
I am not feeling good.

It's 8:23 a.m. and I haven't slept at all.

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