The Bad Ones

D U E

I can't remember how many shots I've had. All I know is the sexy latino badboy is generous. Really generous. It crosses my mind once or twice that my benefactor for tonights entertainment might have ulterior motives... but then and again he is solely sponsoring my trip to the road of intoxication and the bliss of forgetting.

I'm girl alone in the wonderful place that is Ethan's bar. Don't get me wrong I'm not the only girl - but I am the only person here that practically knows nobody... not that it bothers me but I kinda miss Lindsay and Oliver.

The club spins around me in a dizzying haze but I don't care. I'm finally drunk, unfortunately not so drunk that I forget my name.

Strip That Down starts playing and I squeal like the drunken girly girl I am. "I love this song," I yell, my voice slurring slightly.

I dance in the centre of the crowd grinding against people I don't know. All I care about is that my buzz doesn't fade and the lights keep flashing and that I never wake up from this beautifully created haze. I jump along with the crowd, someone grabbing me from behind and I turn to see who I'm dancing with. My bubbly joy slowly fading into a look of horror as I see my brother dancing next to me. Okay Raina, forget knowing your name - you're seeing shit. My face pales and I shove my way out of the trapping, suddenly claustrophobic crowd.

My intoxicated daze slowly dissipates as the swelling of my more than overfilled bladder presses against the lower part of my abdomen.
I contain and withold my sudden urge to projectile vomit on the entirety of the dance floor and instead I rather opt for my second option: to go to the bathroom. Pronto.

I knock into the handsome, generous, beautiful badboy - who none of this would be possible without - the one who is funding my state of intoxication and who also appears to be worried about me. But that flash of worry is gone as quickly as it appeared.

Not that makes sense for noticing - I don't even know him. I look at him again and he has a cocky smirk on his face, his whiskey coloured eyes entrancing me as I poke him in the chest.

"Who are you?" I ask him as blank and straightforward as I can muster in my drunken stupour, trying to cut the small talk. The guy doesn't even blink, "I'm Cain and you - must be the Nightmare or at least the Mare."

My drunk head wrinkles in confusion, "How do you know the difference?" He chuckles menacingly and a sliver of fear creeps up my spine. "I have a score to settle with your friend Nightmare or as Chris used to say: Night." Okay, accepting drinks from the likes of him was a seriously bad idea.

My eyes widen in fear as I stumble back toward the mass of gyrating bodies. No, no, no. Raina you've got to get away from this man. He obviously knows Chris by the looks of things in this situation - he must know I had to do with the killing of Chris. Cain grabs my arm - stopping me as I try to slowly retreat, halting my movements.
I attempt to pull away from him when Cain injects something into my arm and a wave of tiredness hit me. He drugged me, a voice in my head murmurs to my half-passed out self and I somehow know it's too late to retort a 'gee, I had no idea' to my own stupid brain.

My eyes flutter closed under the strong influence over the drug - but not before I see a smirk on appear on Cain's face.
I try to fight the tiredness, but I give in under the waves of fatigue - just to fall limp in his arms.

Its not like he hurt me, he just endorsed my bad habits and drugged me... that's all.
Gee, I'm becoming a optimist now. The most wonderful news I've ever heard.