Characters: Harry Styles (male) 27
Cherry Thorngrove (female) 25
Summary: no summary, it's harry styles so enjoy
Song during entrance: Sweet Thang - Shuggie Otis
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The bouncer opens the heavy door and I step into the red filtered room. There's a thick haze of smoke, a combination of both weed and cigarettes. I welcome the slight burn it brings to my lungs as I continue into the room. You can also smell a faint smell of sweat. Which isn't surprising because of the sea of bodies crowding around.
The dance floor is packed tight, tons of people grinding on each other. It's like everyone is on the verge of fucking each other.
My eyes scan the room, from the far right side of the dance floor to the bar on the complete opposite side. I can see that I've caught the attention of multiple people, they're probably curious about the fact that I'm the most dressed in the club. But there's also a look of hunger on their faces that tells me they're more curious about what's under my short dress. I'm not there for any of them though, so I continue to walk further into the room.
When my eyes lock onto the person I'm here for, I become more determined and weave my way through the throngs of people until I reach him.
"Harry." I let out. He turns from the half naked girl he was just conversing with. His eyes scan my body slowly as he takes in my appearance. "You've found me." He says with a smirk. "It's not hard to find you when you tag your location on your post." I hold up my phone to display the picture of him dancing with a random person that he posted to Instagram.
Harry feigns surprise as he looks at it. "Oh, would you look at that?" I give him an unamused stare and roll my eyes. "I'm getting a drink." I tell him and I watch as his face drops. You see the whole point of tonight for Harry was for me to find him and fuck him. I've been intentionally ignoring him for the past week any time he tries to do anything sexual. Not because I'm not interested, because I am, but I've been trying to push his limits and see how far he would go.
Apparently he would go pretty far to try and get what he wants if he dragged me to a club that's known for all kinds of things that would send you to hell. It's not on display, but there's probably people snorting all kinds of drugs around this place. You can definitely see people smoking here and there.
There's probably been at least four people fucking out in the open around the place. I would imagine the booths near the bar are a popular place for that.
Even without all of that, the dress code is something to make a good girl run away screaming. All around me there are people in various outfits if you would even call them that. Most of the women have the barest of minimum clothing on. For the men they are more covered, but there's still a few that have no shirts on.
I've heard that there are private rooms up the stairs that people use for God knows what. I turn away from Harry before he can say anything and head towards the bar.
I sit on the one available stool and tap my red painted nails against the bar top. When the bartender is done serving a guy, she makes her way to me. "What can I get you darlin?" She asks me. "Can I just get a whiskey on the rocks?" I ask, leaning in close so I don't have to speak loudly over the music.
"Of course, tab open or closed?" She asks me as she starts pouring up my drink. "Closed, please." I tell her. She places my drink on the counter in front of me. "Three dollars."
I pull a twenty out of the top of my dress and hand it over to her. "Just keep the change." I say. She opens her mouth to say something but then there's someone calling for her from the other end of the bar. I grab my drink and then walk over to the booths. There's currently only one couple sitting there at one end, so I make sure to give them some space as I sit down.
