The woman's hand, decorated with rings, was squeezing the sides of her throat; the gun stuffed in the blondes mouth. Breathy whimpers slipping past her lips, and mascara dripping down her puffy, red cheeks.
Renata tittered, her haughty tugging the...
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After they drank their Vodka Red bulls, the bar was beginning to get more full with college students, which was their sign to dip. They argued for a few minutes about which club to go to, both clubs having very different vibes, however they settled on a compromise - going to Alexia's favourite club, then Magnolia's, then a new hot one they have yet to go.
As they were laughing and pulling up to the club, Alexia saw her favourite bouncer and squealed, running up to her. "I have missed you! Where have you been?" Alexia sighed, a sense of relief by finally seeing the woman.
She laughed and shrugged. "I went on holiday with some friends, I needed a break from you," she chuckled, Magnolia raised a brow, noticing the flirtatious undertone in the bouncers words.
And in true Alexia fashion, she remained oblivious to the interest that the woman was expressing by her teasing banter and body language, leaning in to whisper in her ear.
Magnolia refused to watch Alexia flirt with the hot bouncer all night, "Hey I'm going inside, meet you inside by the bar, yeah?" She said loudly in her ear, receiving a nod and a thumbs up.
Waving her goodbye as the other bouncer let her in, her body moved closer to the addictive music that played through the club. It was hot and sweaty, which meant it was a good night.
If the club's air doesn't linger of sweat, sex, and dupe fragrances, then it's not a good club.
She had to give them the credit, they were playing some good tunes, she often found herself dozing off in this particular club due to its overplayed and boring songs - ones that no one wants to hear while high or drunk.
When a song she had never heard, her body moved with the beat, she took herself to the packed dance floor. Varied people grinding against each other, others having a beautiful moment with their friends, and some like Magnolia just feeling themselves within the music coursing through their veins.
Unexpectedly, Magnolia felt a presence near her as she moved her hips to the music, a hand snaking its way from her waist to her stomach - yet barely touching her, just hovering. Her eyes darted down, her mind sobering completely up as she noticed it was a hand that did not belong to a woman, but rather a man.
Was it shameful to admit she thought it was a certain someone? With the fluttering in her stomach, it immediately died as his head dipped below to her ear.
"You dance so beautifully, may I buy you a drink?" He whispered, his voice gruff and his minty breath made her feel psychically sick with the overpowering freshness.
Perhaps coming from anyone else would've been better.
Still, despite her utter disgust with the guy, she would not pass down a free drink. She turned around and met his warm eyes, the club lights hitting them every so often to show off his features. She forced a smile and held his hand, manoeuvring their way through the crowded dance floor.
