Flawless (a Remington Leith fanfiction)

Fire orange

Fire orange: Lighter shades of orange such as fire orange can mean warmth, happiness or creativity.

The club itself wasn't really stuffed, however the insides were really detailed and the way it was decorated really made the club seem like it was renaissence and that it was in the past. There were so many beautiful paintings, art was everywhere, even on the ceiling, it seemed like it was hand drawn, the full place had these really gorgeous houses and sceneries drawn everywhere. I was admiring one of the bigger works on one of the walls nearby the entrance when I heard a familiar voice.

"Ah yes, today's our opening party, the club should be filling soon with people." I have no idea where the voice came from, but I'm a hundred percent sure I've heard this man's voice somewhere before.

"Mr. Leith, would you like me to grab the champagnes already? Or should I wait 'til more people come?" Leith? Wait, where did I know a Leith from? Maybe I'm just hallucinating all of it, but I'm not even on drugs, no this must be someone I know... but from where? I look around yet I can't find the person who I heard.

"Oh my gosh Giorgia! Damn gurl, I haven't seen you in ages. You look... great?" I look around and I can see my friend coming towards me, her blond hair swaying as she makes her way to me, she looks like she's on at least five different substances. Her arm is covered in a long sleeved glove, I'm sure that it's for hiding the track marks. I don't judge, a few weeks ago I had the same track marks all over me didn't I?

I smile at her and hug her softly, I came here for the same reason haven't I? We want to have fun and forget everything for a few hours.

"Hey Demi, well thanks, you look the same. I missed our parties." I in fact did not miss those partys, the way she always made a scene on the smallest things, made me want to sink back and say I don't know who she was. I hope today's going to be different.

"What do you know about the place? It seems great, the art is immaculate..." I gaze around and get lost in the beauty of this place, I can't believe this is a nightclub.

"Well, I know one of the owners of this place, he offered me a job here but I refused, I knew you were going to like it, it screams: Giorgia! You and your secluded mind with art and everything I don't know of." She tries to joke but it comes off really akward. I chuckle along and finally get to the point of this whole thing.

"So do we grab a drink or go have some snow in the bathroom? Or do you know when does the party starts?" Ahh yes, snow aka cocaine. She definetly had some on her, if not cocaine then some type of happy pill.

"I think the party starts in about 30 minutes, and how about we go get ready for the night in the bath yeah?" The way she winked at me I knew we were going to get wasted tonight. Thank the nonexistent god, I fucking need to get as high as I could get tonight, I haven't had anything since the hospital. 

We went to the club's bath, I was surprised to see art in the stalls too. Me and Demi got into one of the stalls, she rolled down the medal from her necklace that she had on, when the medal opened it revealed a small zip lock bag with the lovely white substance in it. She grabbed a credit card and served two lines out on the toilet's water container, I rolled up a dollar and snorted the white powder up like it was fresh air.

Fuuuuck I missed this, how do people live without this type of high in their lives? I could never get rid of something this beautiful. Getting to the perfect level of high is like eating something you've been craving for so damn long.

We stay close for the rest of those 30 minutes or so, when we left the bath, there was already a lot more people in the club now, it's still not full. Only slightly stuffed. I got lost inside the crowd but I didn't mind being alone, as long as I'm high on cocaine it's fine.