Frost

17

January 22nd, 2012

White beams of light splattered the neon walls as bodies smashed together, an entanglement of limbs. Deep, soul crushing bass surged through the floor boards as the ground shook violently. Sweat and dust sprinkled the crowd, a picture of grime and filth and freedom. Lola stood in the centre, a somber expression marking her face as illegible French spilled from colossal speakers.
Lola was too young to be in a French nightclub. She knew that, but she didn't care. Nate was gone and she was alone. Left alone to drown her sorrows in dry gin and loud music every night.
Her fake ID was shit and everyone knew it, yet the bouncer let her in, night after night, to ignore the life outside the twisted serenity of the sea of people dancing and grinding around her.
She could tell everyone knew she was too young, but no one cared. They just let the 16– wait, 17 year old drink and dance till the night became the day.
Yet another birthday spent in miserable sorrow.

In the past year, Lola had had 4 jobs and 6 different 'boyfriends'. She refused to call them that because, deep inside, she knew they weren't going to be there for long. They were there for security and stability and nothing more. Nate was hers and she was his and there was nothing in the world that would change that.

Back at the club, a sweaty hand slid up Lola's thigh as she stood, a tower in a shaking sea of people. A greasy man, probably aged between 30 to 40, leaned in towards her face and slurred in a raspy voice;
"Hey girl, wanna drink?" She squirmed as he lent closer and closer.
"No, thank you." She spoke clearly and calmly as she walked back towards the bar. 'Men are disgusting', she thought as she ordered another round of tequila for her and the bar rats that surrounded her.
"Happy Birthday to me." She whispered as she threw an ice cold shot down her throat, the burning sensation calming her, every nerve ending in her body electrified as the cool liquid slid down her body.
"Happy fucking Birthday to me."

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Well well well how the turntables (that's from the office I'm not stupid ha) and it was very short but ah well, no ones reading it anyway haha...

By the way, yeah I changed the names to Lola and Nate because the old ones were annoying me :) hope it doesn't get too confusing...

Thanks for reading!

x

anabelle