poison// dolan

uno

I stepped into the club, letting my sense of smell be overwhelmed with alcohol and cigarettes. rap music from 2004 boomed across the room, making the floors vibrate. underaged teens were grinding on each other making me scowl as I crossed the dance floor to get to the bar.

I usually never drank but being out with my friends, in this place, made me want to chug fourteen kegs full of tequila. I frantically moved my glance to an open spot to order, as a tall, handsome guy came into view.

the bartender winked at me and I felt myself blush a little.
"what's your poison?" he asked in a raspy, low tone making me swoon.
"you."

"alright, alright. be careful darling, you act like that you're gonna get it."
"I'm not that fragile." I retorted with a pout.

"try me." his breath fanned my neck as he whispered in my ear, leaving goosebumps. I stood on my tippy-toes as I was short, to reach onto him, biting gently at the skin on his neck. this earned a groan from him and I giggled.

"baby, you're definitely gonna get it now."