Club 'DRUNKEN CHERRY' (Contest FanFic)

Masquerade |Violet's perspective|

Note: So seeing that I love both FIP and CDC, I had initially planned on writing for both, but with my busy schedule and time constraint, I was only physically able to write one.
    Also, please note that due to my inexperience with writing and reading fan fictions, my knowledge on the subject may not be properly executed, but I do hope you enjoy in the best way possible.

    My mind was still a bit hazy from drinking too much bourbon. My head started to spin, my world seemingly gone crazy as I staggered aimlessly around the house. My thoughts were flying frantically around in my head, unsure of a solid foundation in which to land...but I tell you, it just might land on another glass of liquor.

      Blame it on the liquor but I seriously needed some liquid courage to get over the day I've had. You know that moment when you finally think you have the perfect relationship, only to find out you had a relationUNICYCLE. You were the only one going all along but you didn't know. He was the only one in a relationSHIP and boy, that ship carried a lot of girls.

I laughed loudly at my insane thoughts, knowing that the liquor was destroying all my sense of reasoning, but I didn't want to stop. Damn! It felt so good! Aidan could go to hell for all I cared, but even then, maybe the devil himself would reject such a bastard.

     "Why am I all gloomy about a man anyway?" I asked myself in the confines of the room.

He wasn't worth it, and heck! The sex wasn't even that good. Talk about text book movements! He was as mechanical as a rusty old station wagon.

I scoffed in disdain, grabbing my purse and moving towards the door, with the intention of heading to 'Club drunken cherry'– the club that has been on everyone's lips over the past week. Seeing that it was just a few blocks from my apartment, I was rather enthused to know what it was about. The girls said it was as hot as my last name, and the men were the devils.

     I've seen a lot of hot men in my days. In fact, I've been with some; good looking, charming as the devil, impressively built and blah blah blah! All fucktards! I thought as I slumped in the car seat and started the car.

     "To club drunken cherry!" I yelled, hands flaying in the air before I started the ignition and drove to the club.

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