•h a r r y•
The music blared in the building, the walls pounding from sound. This was home. I marched over to the bar with Niall. He claims we're going to get 'shit-faced drunk.'
"Hey man, can I get two beers." Niall showed the bartender two fingers before facing me.
"So, how does it feel? How does it feel to be at a night club?" Niall smirked before grabbing our two beers and moving to a different spot in the club.
"Pretty damn good, for now at least." I smiled revealing my dimples before taking a sip of my beer.
"Don't worry, you'll be drinking a lot more than that." Niall eyed up my almost all gone beer before looking back up at me.
"Yeah I'll drink, but watch out for me, ya know?" I nodded my head to Niall.
"Watch out for what?" Niall laughed before swallowing down the rest of his beer.
"Make sure I don't get carried away like I usually do." I looked down at my empty cup, motioning to the bartender for a refill.
"Oh, like with the ladies?" Niall raised his brows, wiggling them furiously.
"Yes." I said between laughs. "But please don't do that again. The eyebrow thing." Niall laughs, drinking the rest of his beer.
I finished my second beer before making my way to the dance floor. Two beers is nothing. Two beers is what I'd normally drink with dinner.
"Want rum with coke?" Niall asked, already halfway to the bar.
I nodded before standing awkwardly, waiting for Niall. For some reason, my mind wasn't occupied by Ariel. I know it should, and I know I went to the club instead of hanging out with her, but all I can think about is getting drunk, and having a bloody good time.
Niall arrived with my drink, and a skinny blonde bedside him.
"Well, I'll be back." Niall shot a wink at me before heading off somewhere with the girl.
I had no idea what to do. You simply do not dance alone. I decided on heading back to the bar to finish my rum and coke.
After a few more drinks, I decided shots was the way to go. It always gets me drunk the fastest.
I tipped the small glass back, letting the cool liquid burn down my throat, the alcohol pulsing through my veins.
I hadn't realized how many drinks I'd had until I had gotten up from the bar stool, nearly falling flat on my face, when I had tried to go to the bathroom.
Quickly relieving myself of all the liquid I had drank, I was back at the bar for round six, or maybe it was more. I have no idea at this point.
A bar stool screeched beside me, grabbing my attention. A tall girl with caramel coloured hair, sat next to me. She reminded me of Ariel.
"Such a rough day at work today." She laughed while placing her purse strap on the back of her seat.
"Might not want to put your purse there." I laughed, taking it off the back of the seat for her.
"Thanks." She nodded.
"Wouldn't want it to get stolen here." I chuckled deeply, bringing my glass of whiskey to my lips.
"Hell no." She laughed and ordered herself some white rum.
The bartender handed her the drink and she began to mix it, slowly taking some sips.
"So damn good." She practically moaned. I couldn't help but stifle a few laughs.
"Really that good?" I smiled.