do & die [h.s]

t w e l v e

"I'm scared," I mumble as I duck under his arm and into the dark building. And by dark I mean pitch black.

"Stop being a little kid and everything will be fine," Jake rolls his eyes, purposely pressing harder into my shoulder so it made me wince.

I attempt to say something clever back, but for once I'm at a loss of words as I watch the hallway slowly come undone. Neon blues, reds, yellows and everything in between flash in and out of our view to reveal the massive sweaty crowd huddled in separate swaying groups. The ear pounding thumping turns into music I don't listen to, but still manages to amp up my adrenaline.

We walk until we reach a door at the end of the hall. It's marked in a bold red ENTER hovering above our heads. Two bulky men stand at each side of the doorway, blocking my view of the enchanting dystopia, but as soon as they see Jake, they nod at each other.

The larger balder man, holds up a hand to the other with a shrug, motioning Jake along and leads him toward his own bustling metropolis.

I stand there dumbfounded, silently staring at the bouncer that remains standing before me with questioning brows.

"I uh-"

I hear Jake curse under his breath as he comes to an abrupt pause. Turning, he grabs ahold of my hand and mumbles an apology as he drags me inside.

"Woah.." I gasp as I follow him in, the smell of smoke, liquor, sweaty bodies and everything in between taking over my senses. The music is so loud I can barely hear a word spoken and the lights are so bright they're almost blinding. Wasted people dance like it was what they were born to do and couples make out like it's their last time together. There are strippers at booths and people walking around in clothing I wish I owned. Groups are getting high off each other in each corner and I'm quick to bid this a heaven on earth.

"Please don't act like it's your first time," The devil's lips brush my ear as he holds me tighter, pulling me in deeper.

"But I've never been to a night club before," I admit and he raises an eyebrow at me, shaking his head.

"Just pretend," He says and drops my hand so he could move to stand in front of me.

"What are yo-"

He shushes me, outstretching his arm behind my head and pulls my elastic band out, allowing the mess I call hair to cascade down my shoulders.

"What the f-"

He puts a finger to my lips, his tongue quickly dragging against his own as he shakes his head, eyes warning me against any protest.

He pulls out a bobby pin, messing up my fringe slightly before pinning it up, leaving me with a stoned glare on my face for him to smirk at.

"Why the hell?" I huffed, self consciously bringing my hand to my hair, but his is quick to push it away.

"Because you need to look good, not like a fourth grader," He says and I roll my eyes.

"Now you're hot enough to introduce to my friends."

"Oh you have friends?" I scoff.

"More than you."

DAMN STRAIGHT.

"Oh and don't tell anybody it's your first time. And don't tell anyone you're new to drugs. Oh or drinking. Or smoking," He lists, looking me down.

"Anything else?" I nod, roll my eyes at him.

"You look fucking hot."