40 Shades Of Bruno

Booming music plays through the club, people are dancing, grinding, and making out with each other. 2 lines were in my system and great wasn't even close to what I was feeling. My friend Elizabeth pulled me close and we both wobbled to the shot bar. There was a guy, about in his mid-30's taking each shot laid across the counter, back to back. I nearly giggle at the people cheering him on. My ego inflated as I began walking through the crowd. My hand snatches a bottle of Jack Daniels honey whiskey. I pop the cap and drink it straight. The ringing noise of what sounded like a riot of hundreds of people catches my attention.

"Chug! Chug! Chug!" They shout at me, while I'm in doubt and in disbelief–I finished the whole bottle of JD. The stingy sensation pierces my chest like I was burning alive inside. 1/3 of the bottle left , I couldn't bare the pain in my upper torso but I kept drinking.

"GO HARD! Or Go Home!" I scream removing, the now empty bottle of whiskey from my lips. I leave the circle of satisfied people.

I began to search for Elizabeth but soon, I started to feel lightheaded , and nauseas. The music dragged and my vision doubled. Pacing for the exit , I burst through the back doors of the club. I feel the cold breeze run through my hair and over my skin. The sky is dark, the only light was a dim pole standing in the middle of the alley. I tumbled falling on the ground and just laughed

"Oh...Oh..I am...soooo CLUMSY!"

My voice echoed with a heavy slur as I crawled to the end of the dark alleyway.

"Cause I'm on top of the world.." I sang.

I grabbed the brick wall and took a deep breath reaching an instinctive destination. My stomach bubbled knowing that all of that liquor was going to kill me. I held my stomach watching the puke fall onto the ground. A groan is followed after and another load of regret spits out of me. This time I coughed, it smelled liked old paste in fruit water. I cried, literally for no reason then stopped immediately. My emotions were everywhere. I lay down on the side of the wall breathing hard.

"Hey! Are you ok?" Someone walks up to me and I nod my head. I was completely fine, at least I thought I was. Alexandria is always good. I thought to myself.

"You're drunk." the guy scoffed and reached out his hand.

"I think that's obvious.." I mumbled "I think I'm ok with not taking off with a stranger"

He looked behind him and then up, observing the environment around us. His eyes softened and he squatted down to me.

"Look, I'm sure there's other people way scarier and harmful out here who would look at you and not think twice" he lowered his tone and whipped out his phone "Is there anyone I can call for you here?"

I giggled "Izzy Azalea is my best friend" I joked, the alcohol was going straight to me head. My visions started going in and out and my body felt sluggish "Yeah, I'm done for".

I took his hand and he carried me to a van. "Oh, no..I can't"

"I'm not going to hurt you, you can trust me. Dre get her in the car." He pointed to a tall buff dude standing beside the passenger door.

"No, I'm fine" I said feeling, yet another load of my inside exiting me, I couldn't hold it back and deep down I apologize to myself...sincerely.

"Geez" the buff guy murmured.

Dark circles clouded my vision , "ah fuck! Not again" I managed to output before passing out completely.

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I popped up out of my sleep, the room was semi-dark, but I could tell it was morning from the birds chirping and the little bit of light through the curtains. My hangover headache hit me and I groaned , there was a water bottle and a ibuprofen on the dresser. Piano chords were dancing softly from wherever into the unfamiliar room I was in. Oh no, I panicked looking at my clothes. Calvin Klein boxers and a white t-shirt. I whined. I didn't just ..no! no!-I have to call Liz. Stepping out the bed, I fall face first onto the ground. The high rise bed caught me off guard. I was use to mattresses being on the floor. A knock came to the room door –quickly I stood up and brushed myself off.

"Oh, uhm...I don't have any pants on"
The door parted open and I seen a random face peak towards the corner of the room.

"Are you ok?" He asked avoiding eye contact with me.

"Yes!" I answered quickly.

The door was now hiding his face and the only thing visible was his wide tan hands, his gray sweatpants and his feet that peeked out.

"I'm coming in" he says.

"Wha...no wait!"

I was too late, he revealed his face from behind door. I thought I was in awe, seeing his face.

"I'm not going to hurt you,"

"I didn't say you were!" I snapped back. He raised his eyebrow and rubbed his hands together. "Oh you.are.so lucky.." He said and I questioned what he meant.

"Get dress, there's a bag of clothes over in the chair." He pointed to the bedroom chair by the window "We're going out for lunch, you can shower but be ready by 2" He smiled and closed the door after he left.