(echo - kevin abstract)
The start of a new year, but nothing special was gonna change. Personally, Elizabeth was the same. The fact that she met him, only made her high. Drugs, money and cigarettes. His cocky comments. She knew her life was shit, but with him, it was a bit better - only a bit though.
They were quickly sobered up after the drugs they did. She was craving for more. More of the things he entailed.
"We should do it again." He had said yesterday. But the only thing was, nobody held a party the days after new year's eve. They were lucky there was one party the other day, but it wasn't that good.
"Do you need to have ID to clubs and stuff like that?" And that was basically the only sentence that made them invade a club, only for one purpose - money and drugs.
They didn't know how to get in though, but they were gonna. Brad was keen on it. Thinking about it, he knew a club - more stripclub, but what the hell. He knew how to get in without getting noticed.
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The smell of tobacco made them almost excited. It was becoming a constant craving. But not only the smoke, they needed to feel the burning liquor.
The club was foggy, but the garish neon light managed to escape. Brad was staring at one thing, and one thing only - the women in underwear dancing under the colorful lights.
The club was a bit cheap. That was maybe why they could get in so easily. But it didn't matter. There were still people around.
"Can you focus?" She nudged him in his side.
His eyes caught hers. "Can you stop acting like my mother?" Elizabeth rolled her eyes, which happened a lot when she was with him.
"If you stop acting like a dick."
"Whatever, we'll meet outside in an hour." Brad mumbled, while approaching the exact thing he was starting at. At that point, Elizabeth felt stupid making that deal with him. He was such a immature boy, but wasn't she immature herself? Maybe she was in another way, but he was worse according to her.
Brad was pleased with himself, pleased with the person he was pretending to be. This was what he wanted. Standing by the wall, several of women in fancy underwear walking by him with trays of colorful drinks and shots. Brad couldn't help but stare. Stare at the ones walking by, stare at the ones giving lap dances, staring at the ones dancing on the stage.
Elizabeth didn't know what to do. She couldn't get any attention from one man, they were distracted the way Brad was. She sat on a bar stool, looking out.
"Can I get you something?" The bartender asked. She turned around, facing him and the wall filled with alcohol. Her eyes scanned through every bottle, craving it.
"Yeah," she said slowly, her eyes still fixated on it.
"ID?" He stood there behind the disk waiting, while she didn't know what to do. She glanced at Brad, who was talking to one of the strippers. He had a glint in his eye, the corners of his lips forming a smirk. Licking his lips, he couldn't be more satisfied.
His eyes traveled down to her light blue panties, money sticking out. Brad knew he shouldn't touch her in anyway, but he wanted to keep her by his side, then taking the money. Compared the other men in the room with suits, expensive jackets and shirts, he looked like a little boy. But that wasn't the problem at that point.
"Brad," suddenly Elizabeth was standing besides him with a worried expression on her face. It made him somehow pissed, he was just in the middle of something.
He turned his face, a harsh glare. "We need to go." Her eyes widened, and Brad was just about answer, when he saw the security further down.
"Fuck," Brad was just about to run, but before they did his fingers quickly grabbed the money from her hip. The woman was shouting something they didn't hear. Elizabeth didn't know the way out, following his steps, as they ran out with the two men in security following.
The cold wind hit them, frantic steps on the thin layer of snow. Sneakers getting soaked, heart race getting rapid. Running by buildings and people. Never getting caught when they really should.
