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Mistaken Identity

"Come on, you'll be fine when you get inside!" My friend encouraged me as we neared the vivid neon sign with our tickets in hand. 

Glancing past the entrance I saw various people, some chatting and others smoking. I kept my head low as we walked in, got my ticket checked and quickly followed my friend up the stairs, not wanting to risk losing the only person I feel like I can trust. 

Mixed conversations surrounded us as we joined the queue for the bar, five different people working their way through the masses in need of a boost or some sort of liquid luck to get them into the mood. I eyed all of the drinks displayed in bottles or cans, saw the bartenders pour shots messily and have it spill down their hands. Once the shot was on the table it was gone within seconds, but I didn't want to risk shots, not tonight. 

My friend ordered our drinks and we picked them up, my boots clinging to the sticky carpet as we walked away from the bar to find somewhere to stand whilst we waited for the act to perform. The nerves only continued to build up in my stomach as I drank the sweet liquid, forgetting how easy it was to be disorientated with a little bit of liquor. "I, I'm just going to the toilets!" My friend yelled to me as the first act of the evening came on, leaving me stood there speechless and struggling to breathe. 

Sighing I tried to calm and cool myself down by taking bigger sips of my drink, ignoring the sharp burn it gave me at the back of my throat. The longer she was gone the less I cared, the more I drank the more hazy everything was getting. A light tap on my shoulder I turned around, unsure who I was looking at in the dark lights. Snapping out of the music and my trance I glanced around, remembering where I was and how I was alone. 

Dropping the empty plastic cup I could feel my hands beginning to shake but my arms remained numb. Desperation crossed my face as the person before me motioned to an empty space on the sidelines, away from the gentle sways or pushes and shoves. "Do you need some air?" His accent differed from my own, but his voice was soft, caring even. 

Nodding I pulled my phone out to text my friend but struggled with the uneasiness of my thumbs. I merely sent her an 'I'm okay' so she wouldn't worry of my whereabouts, or if she'd be aware for a while. The stranger guided me away from the live music and cheers, we walked slowly towards the stairs leading to the entrance. I could feel the cool evening air wrap around my ankles as my legs trembled down the stairs, gripping onto the stranger and the wall with equal amounts of urgency. 

Standing in the doorway I took deep breaths as I lent against the cool wall, ignoring the eyes around us and the wisps of smoke passing outside. "Thank you." I muttered as I kept my eyes closed, concentrating on my breathing. 

"Are you going to be alright? Do you need someone or are you with someone?" He asked with such care, I wasn't afraid, I didn't feel the need to be away from the calming voice. 

Slowly I opened my eyes which remained focused on my slightly scuffed boots. My eyes began to move away from my own feet and towards his, black lace up boots with larger marks and stains covered the sides leading to black skinny jeans wrapping around his legs. Swallowing the lump that remained lodged in my throat my eyes trailed further up his figure. A white top slashed with holes covered with a black denim jacket, barely hiding his muscles clenching in the restraining fabric.

Focusing on his face I just paused, I wasn't focusing on my breathing or the fact that everything around us had become a bit out of focus instead all I could do was look at his eyes and a affable smile. His eyes were freckled with green in amongst the warm hazel, coated with thick black lashes. Dark blonde hair that was in slight waves pushed back, tied up in a small attempt at a man bun. 

"You alright now?" He placed his hand on my shoulder, the light touch as opposed to being heavy handed. 

Nodding I readjusted my dress, pulling it down slightly as the back rode up as I clung to the wall for ease. "Yeah, yeah I'm okay." Sniffing I checked my phone seeing over ten panicked messages from my friend. "Let me just call my friend." I moved away from him but stayed in doors, not wanting to willingly walk and hang around in a cloud of smoke and fumes.