Stepping into the club, the smell of cigarette smoke was overwhelming. I was wearing a little black dress, and red heels. My black hair cascading down my shoulders. I had bright red lipstick on with winged eyeliner. Everyone looked at me when I walked in. I loved the attention. A guy walked up to me and tried to buy me a drink, and who was I to refuse a free drink?
I downed shot after shot. I was feeling dizzy, and I couldn't feel my legs. I was praying someone noticed because I couldn't speak.
