"He fucking gave you the bill. Who in their right fucking mind asks the lady to pay?"
"Kill him Mio caro, I dare you."
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Francesca Dimichi has only three mottos in life:
1) always carry more than one weapon.
2) don't get blood on the heels
3) f...
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FRANCESCA
I'm not much of a partier. They were just always so bland and stunk of sex, alcohol and sweat. I liked my alcohol, some more than others, but when it's all swirling in a contained space, you just can't bring yourself to neck a single shot down. Why have you breath smelling of what your dress probably already does?
Tonight was different however. I was bored and I needed an excuse to wear my new dress which was too expensive to stay in a closet. Not that I'd bought it with money but still.
So for that reason I'd found myself in a nightclub in central London. I wasn't out looking for attention, not in the slightest. I just wanted a shit ton of eyes to see this dress and how fucking good I looked in it.
I was sat at the bar, my back facing the dance floor as I swirled the tumbler of whiskey in my hand. I was a spirit girl, cocktails were dry and low in percentage for their unusually high price. With whiskey, you always knew what you were getting - a somewhat sweet yet bitter dry taste that was slightly caramelised.
"You look lonely," a voice came from behind me, slightly slurring as I both felt and heard them plop themselves on the stool behind me. "Want some company sexy?"
Fucking fantastic.
I didn't spare a glance at the fucker, not wanting to ruin my appetite for the drink in my hand. Instead, I sipped on the glass, sighing contently and the slight burn whilst crossing my legs over each other.
"What do your tattoos mean?" I felt him lean closer but still, I stayed mute. "Hard to get hm? We could get out of here if you'd like."
And at that, I looked at him. He seemed a lot younger than my 23 years and he wasn't attractive in any way whatsoever. He gave me nerdy vibes with his neon green braces and overly long blonde hair. Now I've definitely lost my thirst. And for that, I might just take him up on his offer... going somewhere more private.
I stood up from my seat and nodded towards a dark hallway. I almost cringed at the fact he was a tad bit smaller than my 5'4 height. Who the fuck gave this boy an ego he definitely doesn't deserve?
His face lit up at the gesture and he hurried to follow me, failing to grab my waist when i strode a little too fast for him. Good, I don't need the fucker touching me. His presence repulsed me enough.
"My name's Oliver." He said and I could actually hear the lust in his tone. God do I fucking hate humans.
I'd led him to a secluded spot in the back of a club, it was dark with only the dim green light of the fire exit illuminating where we stood.
