Revolution (rewrite) - Lashton AU boyxboy

5. i'm in distress, i need a caress

song: what do i get? - buzzcocks

remember the club scene in the original revolution? well this one is better. :-)

a.i.

If there's one thing that makes me glad I went to college, it's that college kids can find any reason to party at eight o'clock on a Tuesday. I don't have to know anyone in the club to know that they're college kids--there's a certain degree of lingering existentialism in their eyes even when they're wasted off their ass, dancing obscenely on strangers they'll never remember. I can respect their carelessness.

Electric music pulsates through the entire room and my skin vibrates very subtly in response. It's nothing I would go out of my way to listen to, but I don't hate it. Everything has a time and place, and I understand that it'd be hard for girls to get their hips gyrating in such perfect sync with something heavier. The electricity of the music draws you deeper into the trance--further induces the almost coma-like symptoms that too much molly causes. If you could dance like an animal in heat while in a coma, that is.

I tried to convince Nate to join me, because clubbing is a million times easier with a wingman, but he's pissed off that I forgot about him last night. Serves him right--he loves getting me horny and then ditching me. I think he's just mad that I ditched him to fuck someone else. And I'm not sorry for it, because that beautiful blond boy proved to be a better lay than I initially anticipated all those months ago when I first met him in that parking lot. It's nice to know he's actually good for something.

I'm off to the bar to get another beer when I spot a head of electric-blue hair across the room that makes me fucking hate this goddamn motherfucking music by proxy. It's my fourth, or maybe my fifth beer, which leaves my center of balance too off-kilter to book it in the opposite direction when her eyes catch mine.

She smiles menacingly, like she's Ted fucking Bundy on her way to charm my pants right off of me, but I won't let her under my skin. Bundy waited for his victims guards to fall before knocking them in the fucking head, but if I don't let Emma close, she can't hit me. Right?

"Ashton!" she slurs excitedly, beginning to work her way through the crowd. Shit. She's so easy to fuck with when she's drunk, but not if I'm drunk, too, and can't think of a way to steer her away. I turn to face the other side of the club, where a guy wearing a Vandals t-shirt dances on some jock-type. I try to focus on the Vandals guy's hips, think about them rocking back and forth on mine, but I can feel Emma's presence gaining on me, sending chills up my spine until her hands are on me.

"Ashy, baby, I haven't see you in forever!" she exclaims, turning me so we're face to face. The dark makeup on her eyes is smudged on her cheeks and her hair is messy. She's probably been making out with someone, if not several other people. Her lips look all swollen and she has lipstick on her teeth. It's pitiful, almost, if not damningly attractive.

"Maybe that's because you sucked Darrin's dick!" I yell over the music, snatching myself from her pull. She has this way of sucking you in until you can't distinguish between what's real and what's...her. I wish she were one of those chicks who got drunk and then cried when you looked at them wrong, but she's a stone-cold bitch, all day, every day, was born that way, and will die that way. Maybe she's a robot.

"Come ooooon, baby, it was one time! He's not even that hot! Not like you," she purrs, pressing a hand to my chest, and then her lips are all fucking over me before I can even process it. She pushes up against me and my back slams into the bar counter, separating a man and woman mid-conversation. The woman makes a sound of disgust and then maybe they leave, or maybe they don't but either way I'm not paying attention anymore.