You're a Metaphor

Chapter 1: Of vomits and vodka

The club music reverberated. The DJ's music pumped up the energy. It was ladies night and that means free flow of intoxicating drinks. She's not really into the club scene. On a busy day like this, her ideal way to relax is to head home straight, prepare herself a simple meal, read a book until slumber falls on her.

But this particular night was different, she has to admit that she ran out of creative excuses to turn down her best friend's invite to go clubbing. Besides, one of their close friends was in town, how could she decline the chance to see her after a long time of being away from each other. Although she would rather catch up and spend time with her at home or at a cafe nearby. Her friend protested because she wanted to experience the "Singapore" club scene. If the geographical location even matters, when everyone clearly just wants to dance and get wasted.

She feels awkward dancing with the sea of sweaty people grinding each other. She sat down, braced all the courage to drink the awfully mixed concoction of vodka and cranberry juice - that's when she saw him. He was smiling, laughing at something a friend of his was saying.

He had the most beautiful set of teeth, he could be a toothpaste model or something. Of all the things to notice.

"Hey Nads, are you alright?" her friend asked as she waved her hand at her. And a few seconds after.. "Ohhh!" her friend said, following her line of vision.

"Wait here." the friend said, winking at her.

"No! Wait! Donna, don't-". But it was already too late. She was already halfway. Her friends really were crazy. She sighed and prepared herself for the impending embarrassment.

Ten minutes and Donna still hadn't come back. She tried to sit patiently and act oblivious, nursing her glass of vodka cranberry but she couldn't control her wayward thoughts, her nerves getting into her. Why does Donna have to be so pesky? First she forced me into coming with her to the club and now this. She thought to herself.

"Ladies, ladies, ladies! May I have your attention please? Meet Rob and his good friend Dre and the rest of their party. They're here to have a good time." a voice interrupted her thoughts.

She looked up and lo and behold Mr. Close-Up was there right in front of her, smiling shyly. They all squeezed inside the booth and decided to have their own little party.

"So, I'm Dre and this is Rob." the tall guy sitting next to her said. She smiled and shook his hand and turned to Mr. Close-Up. "Hi uhh, Rob." she said savouring his name. "Nice to meet you." He stared at her and then smiled, his front teeth sparkling. He was definitely cute. No, what am I thinking. She told herself as if trying to wake herself from the imminent daydream of naming their future kids.

She was on her way to her fourth glass and she was feeling tipsy already. She found out that he was originally from Australia - half pinoy and half aussie. She also found out that he has a girlfriend.

Ow.

Bummer.

But a little birdie (in the form of a charming and tall friend read: Dre) told her that his relationship has been on the rocks lately with no hope of salvation.

...

Their friends were busy talking to each other, drinking, and dancing. She turned wanting to ask him a question but found his face just a few centimeters away from hers.

The alcohol was already kicking in and she couldn't help but lean just a little bit more.

Closer.

Closer and she felt his breath right next to her lips.

He inched a bit and she felt his lips on hers.

It was soft and just a little peck at first. But she kissed back and she felt his tongue trace her lips, softly sucking on her lower lip. She felt a little hot and she deepened the kiss. He was making her dizzy and she couldn't think straight. His lips seeked entrance, wanting her to part hers. And she did. Maybe she was crazy, letting this guy, a virtual stranger, whom she just met for the first time tonight, kiss her. But her rational part of the brain wasn't working. It felt right and it felt good. And for that moment, it was all that mattered.

"Rob.." she said softly as they paused for breath. His eyes were closed, leaning on her forehead. He bent his head and kissed her once more. Next thing she knew, he was shoving her to the wall, his hands on her waist as he grinds on her to the beat playing in the background.

"Let's get out of here." Rob said firmly, leaving her no choice as he grabbed her hand and dragged her affectionately to the nearest exit. She didn't even have the chance to let her friends know where she was going. She didn't even know where they were going. All she knew is that she will follow him wherever just to feel his lips on hers again.

He hailed for a cab and once they got in, his hands crawled inside her dress, gently caressing her inner thigh while kissing her neck fervently. She moaned and grabbed on to him tighter, her stomach clenched when he kissed her aggressively. They were going too fast. Her insides were spinning, she wanted to push him away when his left hand held her head and his right hand hastily try to unzip his pants. "Bhhhrgggleeughh!" her breakfast, lunch and vodka cranberry came spewing out right all over Rob's face. "What the hell?!", he uttered in deep aggravated tone as he wiped his mouth, vomit dripping from his chin to his chest.

...

She woke up with a pounding headache, she reached for her phone on her bedside table. Blag! Wait that was not my phone. She thought to herself when the thing hit the wooden floor. Uh oh. My floor's definitely not wooden. An arm hit her forehead with the realisation following her train of thought. She slowly turned her head to the right. "Fuck!", the words came out of her mouth faster than she can restrain herself. Thanks for thinking out loud brain. "Again?" sleepily uttered by the man lying beside her. "I'm sorry babe but I need to go back home and change for work." he followed up, as he lazily sat up, arms stretching in all directions. "Nice room by the way."

She was still trying to process what's happening, what happened, where the hell she is, because this room needs some cleaning and wait a minute, this is definitely not her room.

To be continued...

A/N: Let me know your thoughts. If you like the beginning or where you think the story's leading to. Or anything really, just talk to me.

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