One shots for the road - Arctic Monkeys

Cornerstone part 2 - Alex Turner

As the two of us were held in this passionate moment, I felt several pairs of eyes looking at me. I didn't need to see them, but there was thing lingering notion that everyone in this pub was staring at me. This was accompanied by lots of shocked gasps and sniggers.

"What the fuck is he doing?"

"Is he mad?"

"Who is he?"

I ignored the comments and reactions until one person piped up.

"What are you doing kissing boozy Bet?" A random man laughed. I pulled away from the kiss and sharply turned my head towards him. His face was filled with that of disgust and amusement.

The lady who I'd been kissing had a very tight grip on my arm, so much so her nails were digging slightly into my skin through my jacket. Upon feeling the slight pain, I realised her fingers felt very skeletal. I turned around to look at her. She was deathly skinny with dark circles under her eyes. She went back into kiss me with a hiccup, and I moved myself away to look at the person who was definitely not y/n. Her skin was so pale, and upon realising I had kissed a random alcoholic, my skin went pale too with embarrassment and humiliation. The pub seemed to erupt with laughter and I ran as fast as my legs could take me, back to the cab that was luckily still waiting for me outside.

"She wasn't in there?" The cab driver asked whilst looking at me through the rear view mirror. I shook my head. I was starting to lose hope as I felt fatigue entering my limbs.

"Are there any other pubs nearby?" I asked the driver. One last try, I thought to myself.

"Sure. I'll take you there." He replied before speeding off.

Only a short drive later we were parked outside a pub called the Parrots Beak. I got out of the cab and paid the driver sufficiently for his help. It was getting late and I didn't want to keep him waiting again. I slowly plodded in through the door.

BEEP

This pub was extremely full. I found myself going straight to the bar without looking around first.

BEEP

"2 shots of vodka, please. Wait, tequila actually." I waved down the bartender.

"You sure mate? You look pretty tired." He responded, but I just slammed down a £20 note and he took that as an answer, pouring me the drinks. Tequila is not much stronger than vodka, but the thought of drinking vodka just made me think of y/n. As soon as the glasses were in front of me, I downed them without batting an eyelid.

BEEP

"For fucks sake. Y/n can you please sort out that fucking smoke alarm. It's driving me nuts!" I heard the barman shout at someone. I kept my head rested on the bar until I clocked the name he had said. Y/n?

BEEP

I turned around to see this young lady grabbing a stool and she strategic placed it under the smoke alarm before jumping on it to check the batteries. I managed to pull whatever energy I had left and walked up to her. She had a bright blue cast on her right arm. Only the type that ended just below the elbow.

"Y/n?" I shouted to her. Everything was so loud between the music and the chatter that she didn't hear me. "Y/n?" I asked once again, tapping her on the leg. She finally turned around and said something inaudible through the noise. "How did you break your arm? What happened last night?" I asked. Through my drunken haze it looked exactly like her. The beautiful girl I remembered from last night. Her mouth was moving but no sound was reaching my ears, leaving a puzzled expression on my face.