tampax

-07

❝i talk a lot of shit when i'm drinking, baby.❞

- the vamps, can we dance

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SAHAR'S face contorts, as a torrent of disgust sweeps over her facial features. her eyes cross and she gags, waiting for the beverage's torturous effects to subside. gruff laughs from the few men surrounding her fill her ears, as her grip tightens on the bar.

her eyes refuse to meet any of the few admiring her, due to the fear of encountering something of danger. she failed to remember the last time she'd found herself downing away an issue at such dark hours, let alone with strangers.

her head spun, sending waves of displeasure throughout her body, and before long, her stomach allies with it. she winces, as a stabbing pain initiates in the center of her stomach. she felt as if she was being emphatically nipped and pin-prodded, from the inside.

and as she releases, yet another, soft groan, she realizes—

this is no alcohol's doing.

"fuck," she gripes, as she forces her hand into the depths of her bag, feeling for synthetic wrapping. she hooks the bag's straps onto the crook of her elbow, shuffling off her bar stool, before stumbling towards the back of the affiliation.

JACK grinds his two rows of pearly whites, glaring after his anonymous newfound attraction. his eyes flicker between the little liquid left in his bottle, and the ajar door, in which she had entered. he releases a incoherent mumble, before rising from where he sat.

pins and needles sparked at his soles, but he simply ignored it's tingle. sam's attention shifts to jack's direction, as he watches him brush down the leather of his pants. his eyebrows raise in amusement, gently placing his glass down and rubbing his hands together.

"leaving so soon, gilinsky?" he interrogates, but jack barely glances at him. the vast amount of alcohol he'd guzzled had not only intercepted his common sense, but also dimmed his sense of awareness.

"toilet, i need to, yeah, toilet," he stutters, followed by husky coughs. sam laughs at his friend's incapability to be a natural drunk, waving his hand in his direction. jack scoffs, before stumbling away from his clan and towards the bar's lavatories.

his chest felt heavy, and his heart felt compressed, as he gazed longingly at the door locking away the toilets reserved for females. knowing that the girl was on the other side of the vandalized wood seemed to haunt him, in a way he very much desired.

he so badly wished to dismiss his self-respect and flounce forward, into the depths of the male-forbidden territory, and sweep the beauty into his bruised arms. but, he knew, no amount of alcohol could get him drunk enough to even talk to someone so beautiful-

"fuck!"

his ears perk at the unforeseen use of profanity, his body jerking and ears ringing at the volume. he turns a full three hundred and sixty degrees, reassuring himself that he was the only being present in the dimly lit hallway.

he gazes at the peeling wallpaper across from him, stained with all sorts of disturbing and unpleasant liquids, expecting to see someone, whoever it was that had screamed such a pain-filled scream, but indeed, he was alone. and confused-

"fuck, fuck, fuck! kill me, god, just fucking kill me!" jack jumps, now scared not for himself, but for whoever held the screech. his eyes narrow at the passageway opposing him, finally realizing the shriek originated from the other side of that door.

and before he can instruct his body to do otherwise, he finds himself using the weight in his limp arms to open the forbidden, and investigate the cries of agony.

the ladies' room was smaller, and indisputably dirtier, than he'd expected. the walls were of a faded pink color, it's paper chipping and hanging from it's intended position, and the floors were a dirty white, plenty dried crimson puddles decorating its' tiles, causing jack to internally cringe, and his ocd to kick in.

he takes a deep breath as his eyes flicker to his reflection, disgusted at his grubby cheeks and bedraggled locks, before looking around at where he now found himself. he sighed a heavy sigh, already feeling contrite towards his imprudent decision.

the latrine only held one stall, one toilet, only one place where his infatuation could be. he inches towards the door, with his pallid hands balled and ready to pummel the doddery door-

"um, excuse me?"

his heart chips at the sound of her raspy voice, his arm immediately falling back to his side. jack's eyes widen, holding an unnatural size, as his common sense divides itself and begins arguing over the next action to be taken place. he steps away, running his hand through the mess sat on his head, as he wait's for something else, something significant, to happen-

"hello- where the fuck is it!" another livid bellow travels to his ears. his shoulders jerk, and he finds himself wishing he hadn't entered the toilet, hadn't drove to the bar, hadn't even left his house that night, because that whole night, he'd made bad decisions and bad ones only-

and he strongly believed he was about to make another one.

sahar gazes down at the mess surrounding her mud-stained sneakers, as she grasps handfuls of her mane in vexation. her eyes rake over the chaotic heap of junk she'd had stowed away in her bag for god knows how long. a low groan escapes from the depths of her stomach as she champs at her lower lip.

she couldn't find it, and just the thought of having to leave the affiliation without one brought tears of discomfort to her glossy eyes. she didn't care what she had to do, or how she was going to do it; it didn't phase her.

nothing could be more embarrassing than leaving her spot with a cerise blotch patterning her backside.

but suddenly, she has ambition, simply at the sound of heavy boots, and the unidentified figure, intercepting the dim lighting that previously streamed through the gap between the door before her, and the floor beneath it.

there's a moment of silence, as sahar listens for the slightest noise, anything to reassure her that there was a valiant soul settled a mere meter away from her.

"um, are you alright in there?" he presses his ear to the door, hearing her mumbled curses clearer.  sahar pauses, throwing her head into her lap and sighing in defeat. she opened her mouth, ready to propose social suicide. 

"um, no, not really," she mumbles. her cheeks are burning and flushed red, and her dignity is slowly seeping out of her mouth along with the words that should never be spoken to anyone but your closest companions, "would you mind getting me a tampon?"

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