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I was on vacation in Europe, he was an operator for Kortec. Could it be anymore obvious? What? Unhealthy coping mechanisms? I got them and more.
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On my trip to Europe, there were a couple things I didn't expect.
One, how friendly I found the people to be. I didn't expect open arms, and yet they greeted me at every bar I hopped and every club I went to with my trio of friends. Of course, perhaps that's because we were active customers with large tips, or perhaps because Olive caused attention to stir as she tried to find her fuck of the night.
Of course, that was customary for her, always a barrage of friends, more likely called acquaintances, with benefits. It was a thrill for her, a conquest. She would slur and stumble before pointing to some guy and say how she could bang him, easily, by the end of the night. What was most shocking was that she was right, almost 100% of the time. Her long raven hair sleekly wrapped down her shoulders like a cape, soft to the touch. Tonight was no different.
She had sweet talked the bouncer before grabbing our other friend, Jolyne, and I's hands, leading us inside. The music was loud, intoxicating. It was overstimulating, to say the least as lights flashed all sorts of colors while all that banged against my skull was the blinding base coming from every turned up speaker.
That's when I got my second shock of Europe.
Number two being the fact that Europe loved to drink. To be fair, most countries do, in their own ways, yet here was intoxicatingly alcoholic. In this city, there was a heavy night culture, and Olive was ready to taste it all.
"Are you sure you can stomach all that?" Jolyne yelled over the speaker, placing a hand on her hip as she looked over Olive who just grinned ear to ear. Olive was a little shit, and we both knew that.
Olive's eyes sparkled with mischief as she grabbed the first shot, raising it high in a mock toast. "Watch and learn," she called out, her voice dripping with playful defiance. Around us, the bar was packed with people, their conversations blending into a constant hum of noise. The steady thrum of the music filled the air, vibrating through the floors and our bodies.
She tilted her head back, letting the liquid slide down her throat without a flinch, like the god she was. One shot down, and Olive was already reaching for the next little glass sat at the counter without a hitch. Her confidence was infectious, and I felt a surge of adrenaline pulse through my veins. The bar seemed to shrink around us, the press of bodies and the dim, flashing lights creating an almost overstimulating affect, but it was no time to back out now.
I exchanged a quick glance with Jolyne, who shrugged and mouthed, "Your turn." Of course, with the volume of the base and constant yells over the music, I couldn't quite hear her, but I understood what she said with ease. The shots lined up before us seemed to shimmer with an almost sinister glow, promising both pain in the morning and pleasure in the moment.
Before I knew it, there was a shot glass pressed against my lips. It stung the back of my throat as I tried to down it in a single gulp. I let out a small noise out as I shook my head, it tasted like shit but I knew it would feel fucking delicious soon.
