Desolate Love

Chapter 18: Drunk

Vaughn POV

Shit. Shit. Shit.

My brain was pacing at a speed of a billion times a second. Why was he the one who I had to draw? Why could he now expose my identity that I tried so hard to protect? Why did I come here? Why him?

I couldn't catch a second to breathe as questions flew around my head. I was upset, aggravated and numb at the same time. How could this happen to me? Why did he get to have this power over me?

Knowing I couldn't sleep in this state, I headed to a place that I knew I shouldn't have gone. I felt like fighting and sobbing all at once as I made my way into the 'Ivory', which glowed in bright, neon colours on the outside sign.

As I entered the nightclub, I saw people on the dance floor dancing, grinding on each other, or screaming lyrics to the songs with their friends. As I scanned the room some more, I noticed people sitting, mostly either making out with each other, grinding or doing some other acts. However, there were a few people who either sat in groups talking nicely or sat on their own with a drink. I planned to also sit on my own with a drink.

I turned and made my way towards the bar.

"What can I get you today?" The short, cute barista asked.

If only I was brave enough to answer with 'your number', but that also felt wrong to say.

"3 vodka shots, please" I requested, "the strongest you have."

The guy's eyes widened a little, "Did something happen?"

"You could say that, yeah."

"Ah," The man exclaimed, "I could tell you weren't a usual heavy drinker." He offered me a smile, "I'll get you those shots - but don't go overboard."

It didn't take him long before 3 clear-looking shots were placed in front of me.

"Thanks," I smiled as I downed a shot.

"You're welcome, sir," The man smiled before walking away.

I sat at the bar for a while, taking a few minutes between each shot as it burnt the throat and stomach. However, it wasn't too long after all three shots were consumed that the alcohol felt like it flooded my body.

My once previously painful head was now flushed out by the alcohol, flushing out any anxiety-inducing worries as I headed towards the dance floor. It wasn't long before I found a cute girl that began to dance with me.

"Hello there," The woman greeted.

"Hey," I smiled.

"What's your name?" She asked.

I took a few seconds to contemplate whether to go by my fake name or real name but decided that I didn't wish to ruin my reputation, "Vaughn." I was barely able to shout over the music.

"Vangoth?" The woman chuckled.

"No," I shouted louder, "Vaughn."

Her face finally fell into understanding, "Ohh, Vaughn! Sounds exotic."

I chuckled, "No, it's just a Welsh name."

"Ah, I see." Then her smile turned into a grin, "Say, do you wanna get out of here?"

"And go where?" I jokingly flirted back.

"Well I was thinking a hotel," She grinned, "but if you wish to do it elsewhere I'm down to try."

I laughed, "That does me."

As I responded, she grabbed my hand and exited the club - going towards the hotel just down the street.