~ Chapter One ~
The music was deafening.
I was at Adelaide's hottest club, HQ, tonight. It was my 18th birthday today, finally I was of legal age to drink, and I was celebrating it with my best friend, Kiara, who was totally wasted and grinding on some guy over on the dance floor. But who am I to judge, I've had more than 3 drinks already, for free I might add. Bartenders are way too gullible, can't help themselves if they think they're gonna get laid. And plus I'm not even that drunk yet and there has definitely been no grinding yet for me
So, in my drunken state and unfortunate slutty attire, I was just off in my own world dancing the night away, no doubt going to regret my actions the following morning. I predict a major hangover tomorrow.
The song 'Talk Dirty' by Jason Derulo had just ended and now 'Alive' by Natalie Bassingthwaighte was blaring through the speakers. I was starting to sweat in the crowded room. I decided it was time for a drink. I walked over to the nearly empty bar, avoiding all the drunken people stumbling in all directions, I sat down on one of the stools and was met by the unfortunate eyes of Bruce, the bartender hoping to get laid by me.
"Hey sexy, you just can't get enough of me can ya. You keep coming back for more and more." Bruce said stroking his disgusting rough hand up and down my arm. I hit his wandering hand away and glared at him, he just chuckled back at me playfully.
"I like it when women play hard to get" Bruce slurred in my ear. I'm pretty sure bartenders are supposed to stay sober on the job, and something tells me that Bruce is far from being sober right now. I rolled my eyes at him, "I'll have a scotch and coke." I said to Bruce.
He huffed and and walked off to get my drink. I tried my best to ignore him as I let my eyes scan the large, dimly lit room. I could still see Kiara in the back corner, making out with her mystery guy and letting his hands travel over her body, groping her ass every now and then. I noticed that the dance floor had cleared out a little and as my eyes wandered towards the entrance I found that everyone was crowded around the door, pushing and shoving each other.
I sighed to myself and turned on my stool to face the bar when Bruce placed my drink in front of me. 'There must be a fight' I thought to myself, referring to the crowded entrance of the club. "Normally I would charge you $5.80 for that babe, but because you're fucking sexy as hell, it's on the house." Bruce slurred into my ear. Of course it was 'on the house' just like all the others I had. Disgusting Pig!
I was looking down at my drink whilst stirring it with a straw when, Bruce, forcefully grabbed my chin and pulled me towards him connecting his lips with mine over the bar counter, my eyes widening in surprise as one of his hands grasped my neck, as if to strangle me, whilst the other had a tight grip on my waist. In this quick movement, I accidentally knocked over my drink and spilt it all down the front of his jeans making him look he pissed himself, however he didn't notice this, he was still murdering my mouth with his tongue. I struggled to push him off me, but he was too strong.
He was trying to pry open my lips with his tongue when I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back with as much force as I could muster. He yelped in surprise as he stumbled backwards, tripping over his own feet in the process, causing him to fall backwards and hit his head on the counter on the back wall. I think it's safe to say that, with his body slumped on the ground, he has just been knocked unconscious. My eyes were probably as wide as golf balls right now and my hand was covering my wide open mouth in utter shock. Was he even still breathing?
I looked around me to see if anyone had noticed but everyone seemed to be too drunk to care or completely oblivious to what is around them. The bar had cleared out now except for some random guy passed out on one the stools with his head leaning on the counter, empty drink in hand.
