Tak'n Awey

▽. 13

I didn't know how to answer the well-dressed, deep olive toned stranger, "T-thanks?"

"PLEASE, can I buy you a drink?"

I look at Justin standing up talking to Rapunzel and my anger intensifies. Why hasn't he come looking for me and why didn't he even follow after me when I left? Wasn't he supposed to? I'm a fucking guest. Really? "Sure," I retort unmindful of what I'm really doing. I don't want to be around this guy just as much as I did not want to be here in this fucking club, but the rage in me has not stopped increasing and he's just about the only person I can deal with, but I don't want to cause any problems. I mean, what harm can one drink do? I'm already drunk.

I stumble with the anonymous man to the bar as we take a seat onto the luxurious chairs. The loud music is making it hard for me to concentrate.

He speaks entrancingly, "I'm Sean." 

"Mahrieee." 

Sean smiles eyeballing me up and down as if he has never seen a woman before. He bites his lush bottom lip, "Your name is just as beautiful as you."

I laugh with my mouth closed, slightly unaware that that was a compliment.

He orders us something and the bartender makes it hastily. He then passes two bewildering drinks to us, but I am baffled because I thought I was supposed to order my own drink.

The drink is two-toned and fucking glowing... literally. This intrigues me so much that I'm blown away. I don't even thank him.

"Wow, this drink is pink and purple... with blue fog..."

Sean grins, "I've been ordering them all night. They're delicious." I take a sip of the glamorous drink and I'm twice as blown away before. It's delectable. 

"This is gooood." For some reason, I have a need to stretch the words I am currently saying. I'm adding more vowels to words, but I don't know why. Sean is persistently conveying a guise of sensuality and interest. It is approbation and I think I like it.

"So yeah, you with anybody tonight?" He and I take a glimpse at the crowd of energetic dancing people. I spot Jamont with the Asian Goddess still dancing.

"Yeah, about three or four people. You with anybody?" I turn back around and grab my beautiful drink and commence  to sip it without taking my eyes off of Sean's handsomeness. I am drunk and I know it, but I don't give a flying fuck.

"Nah, I'm alone. I just heard this club was hot, so I came."

My drink is so delicious, that I finish it in just seconds. However, immediately, I feel severely strange, with my vision blurring up occasionally. And I can't deny a sudden urge to move. I am feeling the music in my soul. Sean and I continue talking until I can't take it anymore. I cut him off. My senses have been enhanced times two and I'm in the mood.

".... in California by the bay, so I couldn't--"

"Yeaahhh, you wanna dance? I mean, that's why we're here right?" A laugh escapes my lips uncontrollably. I can't believe how drunk I am.

A large beam stretches across his face, "Of course."

Another energetic pop song is playing loudly through the speakers. It is exactly what I wanted. It is increasing my urge so I pull Sean close, my body attempting to dancing the liquor away. Momentarily, The DJ scratches the track and shouts words that are blurred. He then plays an R&B track that genuinely ignites a side of me I can't understand.

Sean draws me closer to him, with no leftover space between us. The way he touches me is arousing, but I cannot control myself. Sean begins to slowly glide his hands up my dress and massage my body. Something in me burns, but all the while feels magnificent.