smoke {c.h}

fray's

fray's

The music, or if you can even call it that blasts through the large speakers of this club, I don't know if I already drank too much because I can't comprehend a single lyric, or it just sucks. All I know is my head hurts and I want go home, but Michael is nowhere to be found. I seriously hate him right now.

It was his idea to go "partying" to ease out the cold. Who even held parties at 2 degrees cold weather?

Despite my head pounding, I ordered two more tequilas, I just want to let loose for once, I am here and it's not like I have much of a choice.

"Here." I said as I handed the bartender my payment.

"Uh, no need." He said, making me confused. "The man right there, already paid it for you."

I look at the left side of me, where the bartender is pointing to see a tall, curly haired "man". He was wearing a nice shirt about ponies.

"Can you say thank you for me? Thank you." I can't help but giggle at the irony, he just nodded but he did not approached the man.

I quickly drank my tequila, biting the lime afterwards, probably making the face of wackiest but who cares.

I saw him walking towards me just as I am about to take the second shot, my head is surely killing me right now, but just what I have said, who cares. I am out here just to forget and have fun, if your definition of fun is watching people grind while you intoxicate yourself, alone, left by your very awesome bestfriend, then yeah I had some fun.

"Hey." The man, more like a boy, with the ponies shirt sat beside me, carrying his own drink.

"Did the bartender delivered you my message?" I asked, alcohol taking over my senses. I spun my chair so I can get a good view of his face. He has dimples, and a curly hair and a ponies shirt. That's all I can see, the lighting sucked.

"No, what message?" He put his drink down on the counter, leaning onto it after he did so.

"Thank you! For the drink!" I have to shout for I am not blessed with huge voice and the loud music of this bar did me no help.

"You're welcome," he giggled, maybe at the sight of me struggling to have a proper conversation or just at the sight of me. "What's your name?" He took swig from his drink, emptying the glass.

"Fray!" I yelled again, my throat already hurts. "You!"

"Ashton. Ashton Irwin." He answered, staring at me but not in a creepy way. Oh I forgot to tell you, he's cute. I like his pony shirt.

"I like your shirt, it's so cool. Boys rarely like ponies." I drank my last shot, repeating the process I have done few times before.

"Thanks, and right but ponies are forever." He signaled the bartender to fill up our both drinks. I thanked him again.

"May I ask you question?" I said the last syllable terribly, sounding like a Mexican. Or Italian. Or Spanish. Quest-iyone. Just judge it.

He just nodded and motioned me to continue.

"Why did you buy me a drink?" I raised my eyebrow, subconsciously tucking my hair behind my ears, "I mean, there are so many girls in this place. I cannot offer you something in return."

"No no, you're presence is enough." His dimples popped out while he is talking. What a puppy.

"Oh." Was all I said because of the sudden rush of inexplainable feelings. I took the recent glass Ashton bought me, to atleast make myself answer him properly. "Thank you." I grinned.