She's A Bad-Ass Rock Chic

She's A Bad-Ass Rock Chic. Part 9.

My speed started to pick up as unwanted thoughts and realisations passed through my mind. I forced my way through the crowds of people, shoving anyone and everyone who was blocking my path. I now only had one goal in mind; all other thoughts had been discarded. All I needed now was a God damn drink, maybe three.

I was oblivious to the people cursing at me as I shoved them out of my way with more than necessary force. I brushed off the flirtatious comments that were thrown in my direction as anger now overpowered any other emotions. Taking longer strides than average the bar finally came into view as my five ft eight height plus my six inch high heel shoes allowed me to view over quite a lot of people’s heads.

My eyes were narrowed towards an empty bar stool perched at the far end of the bar and was more secluded than the others. My steps were now carried with more force as I stomped my way over to my destination. My hands were curled into tight fists and my arms were vigorously swinging back and forth at my sides.

 The stool was only inches away, I was a few steps out of reach. I was so focused on being the owner of that stool that I didn’t anticipate a slightly overweight girl with a light blue dress two sizes too small to walk up and crouch down ready to perch her fat ass on my stool. But before she could even take into account what was going to happen next, without hesitation I barged towards her and knocked her onto the floor, besides the stool, more or less grunting the words, “Seats taken.” Normally I would’ve had no chance of moving that cow but my temper seemed to conquer my lack of muscles and magically appear my hidden strength. Unless steam was coming out of my nostrils and horns were growing on top of my head, I have no idea why the baboon scurried off and create the impression that she was intimidated by me as she was at least twice my size and could kill me in no time. Shrugging off those thought, I became quite proud of myself for achieving this glorious bar stool  until the rush of anger came running back to me.

I plonked myself onto the stool and leaned over the bar searching for a bartender. My eyes landed on the nearest one serving a man a couple of stools down. The bartender must have felt the daggers I was practically shooting at the side of his head as he excused himself from the customer and speed walked over until he was right in front of me.

My elbows were planted onto the cold metal bar, supporting my body as I leant across, with my face millimetres away from the scrawny man with a black apron tied around his waist.

  “Two shots of cherry vodka,” I growled, not bothering to be the least polite or flirtatious. The bartender quickly nodded and zoomed off to retrieve my drinks.

The man came back, his hands shaking as he placed the glasses in front of me. I snatched the first glass back up and threw the liquid down my throat as well with the second drink not even taking a breath to pause. Slamming the last glass back down, I sucked a deep breath in ignoring the burning sensation in my chest and I held my finger up to the man for another glass. Not moments later it appeared in front of me, the bartender quickly taking a step back as I again guzzled the drink down.

The alcohol running through my system started to calm me down and I loosened up a bit. I pushed all the negative thoughts to the back of my mind and focused on having a good time, granted I’ll probably forget what I’ve done in the morning but that’s not the point. My lips formed into a silly grin as I started to feel a buzz. I gripped the edge of the bar and leaned back closing my eyes, basking in this feeling.

I slammed the money on the bar shooting the bartender a giant grin which was returned with a tight smile. Shrugging absentmindedly, I turned around with my drink of double vodka and coke and scanned the club.  Deciding to dance, I once again headed towards the dance floor.

My movements seemed more carefree and loose as I closed my eyes and threw my head back, swiftly moving my hips to the beat of the music. I took another gulp of the alcohol and all the liquid I’ve drunk in the past twenty minutes made me want to cross my legs and jump up and down. Standing on my tip toes I searched around the club with my eyes wide open looking for Harper. My eyes zoned in onto the small ginger girl in the corner of the room holding her stomach laughing. The man from earlier was stood leaning on the wall towering over her small frame, with a small grin on his face as he looked down at Harper. Suddenly Harper jumped on the freakishly tall man, wrapping her legs around his waist and started to attack his face. I moved my eyes from their spot and decided that I shouldn’t disturb their... moment.