venture • lrh

nine*

DRUNK IN HATE

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Alexis and Ashton are on their way to the club, where the rest of the team awaits them. Of course, they have started drinking already. They never back down from alcohol; once in a club, their body is filled with alcohol almost immediately.

Alex had some issues with finding the right dress and the right make-up to wear. She couldn't get out of bed, but that's beside the point. Everybody has those days, right?

She had been asleep all day and eventually ate something to nap right after. She hadn't been sleeping so well. Her nights are mostly spent behind her laptop to find herself a new job, and it could take all night if she weren't distracted by the movie she started in between.

"How do you still seem so tired?" Ashton asks her in the Uber. They both want to drink, and the only way they can is if they both wouldn't drive. Nor can't Alex still legally drive. "You literally slept through the day. Is there something wrong with the curtains? Are they see-through?"

"It's not the curtains." The brunette chuckles as she looks at the guy in his hazel eyes. "Just been busy looking for a job," she admits quietly.

"I told you you don't have to worry about that," Ashton sighs. "The right job will find its way to you once the time is right." Alex looks at her feet. Her heels suddenly seem so attractive. "Are you really up all night to look for a job?" He asks right after. Silently she nods. "Listen, I understand where the guilt comes from, but everything is covered." He assures her.

"It's not that's covered; it's the fact you got it covered." Her gaze is still kept on her heels. Somehow they're so calm when everything else in her mind is so loud. She knows Ashton means well, but that still doesn't cut it.

As they finally arrive at the club, Ashton is the one to pay the Uber. And fucking hell, overpriced they are. The air outside isn't necessarily cold, but it isn't warm either. It's cold enough for goosebumps to appear on Alex's skin. Ashton places his hand on the small of her back.

"How is your hand so warm, what the fuck," Alex slips out, letting her intrusive thoughts win. Ashton can't help but chuckle at what she said but decides that his chuckle will be the answer before he gives such an intrusive answer. Alex looks around to look at the smokers outside the club. She had never really been a smoker, but somehow she liked the scent of it. Other non-smokers consider her crazy.

The pair walks into the club, and the smell of smoke has now changed into alcohol and sweat. Fucking hell, people should consider either wearing deodorant or taking it with them.

"I'll get us a drink; what do you want?" Ashton asks her close to her ear for her actually to hear it. "A cocktail? You seem like a cocktail girl."

"Surprise me," she smiles back at him. He nods and disappears in front of her eyes. Alex looks through the people to find a familiar face, but it's nowhere to be seen just yet. She walks into the club more and finds some of the guys dancing and grinding against some random girl.

They're just so desperate to get their dick wet.

Alex flips her hair behind her shoulders, and suddenly she recognizes the dirty blonde locks from afar. Her smile grows more extensive, and her steps fasten. Her arms are quickly wrapped around his broad figure. He startles briefly before realizing who's holding him so dearly.