Rouge

Smoke.

All I can see is smoke.

All I can feel is nothing.

I open my red eyes, taking another hit.

Some people talked, some people worked out, others even ate.

But I’m not like everybody else.

To relieve my stress, I rolled blunts and took hits.

Judge me, I don’t give a fuck.

I’ve been judged all my life, why would I start caring now.

I sighed out, running a lose hand through my long brown hair as I finally put down the blunt.

I looked at it, frowning, as I realized all of it was almost gone.

I must remind myself to contact my dealer, seeing as it was my last one.

Trying to stand, and almost failing, I walked to the bathroom, rinsing my face off with cold water. I looked at my reflection, shaking my head at my appearance.

I looked like shit.

But I honestly didn’t care anymore.

I had no one to impress.

Literally no one.

Everyone either walked away, or they were dead.

I walked back out and too my bedroom, and looked outside my window.

Seeing as how the night lit up made me question why there was a sun. It was always brighter at night than day in Vegas.

The lights impressed me so much, it persuaded me to go out in the town.

Even though I was higher than a kite.

Believe it or not, I had mastered acting completely normal even though I was super high.

I grabbed my eye drops out of my drawer and added a few drops in each eye to stop the redness.

After doing that, I went to my full length mirror and looked at my reflection.

As I saw my wrinkled Nirvana crop top and faded skinny jean, I added a jacket a black ankle cut boots.

I went to the bathroom and looked at my hazel eyes stare back at me.

Honestly, I thought my eyes were annoying.

I was tired of hearing how pretty they were.

I already had makeup on, so I found no need to fix that.

And my wavy hair fine, too.

I walked out of my condo, locking the door behind me and heading for the elevator.

I pulled my iPhone out to see what time it was.

12:37

Yup. That sounded about right.

I slowly nodded my head to the elevator music as I watched the numbers go lower and lower.

Man, I was high.

The elevator made a ding sound, and the doors opened slowly.

Or maybe it wasn’t slowly...

I don’t know.

Anyway, I walked towards my Mercedes Benz and pulled my keys out of my pocket.

I unlocked the door, almost dropping the keys multiple times before actually getting into the car.

Maybe I shouldn’t drive while I’m stoned...

Hell, I really don’t care.

Like, you don’t even understand.

I started my car, putting it in reverse and driving to the nearest bar in town.

Locus.

Pulling in, I sighed, grabbing my knife from the glove compartment.

If I knew anything, It was to never leave anywhere without a knife.

I even named it.

Slice.

I giggled at myself, sliding it in my back pocket.

I walked towards the bar with a straight face, I’m sure.

Walking in, I noticed how packed it was.

Almost immediately, a guy walked up to me.

“Hey.” He smiled, reeking of booze.

I had to admit, he was gorgeous.

But he seemed like a bit of a douche.

I smirked, looking him up and down before opening my mouth.

“Hey.” I replied.

Then, he just stared at me, without saying anything else, so I just walked away.

Weird much?

I made my way to the bar, and asked for a Bourbon.

"ID, please." He asked in a strong tone, giving me a cute smirk.

I smiled back, trying not to show that I had completely forgotten my fucking ID.

Shit.

"What, I don't look old enough to drink?" I asked, putting my flirt on.

Well, I had to.

I really needed that Bourbon.

"Hmmm..." Was all he said as he eyed me down with a smirk.

Damn he was cute.

Well, maybe it was because I was high.

Wait, no, he was cute.

"I got ya." He said, walking over to get me a Bourbon.

I sighed in acomplishment.

That was way too easy.

He handed me the drink, letting his fingers linger on my hand a little bit.

"Thanks. " I smiled.

"What's your name?" He asked, leaning on the bar.

"Alaya." I said simply, taking a sip of the Bourbon.

I closed my eyes as the alcohol burned my throat lightly.

"Elijah." He said.

I don't remember asking...

Wait, I don't even remember caring.

I gave him another once over.

He was tanned, obviously mixed. He had green eyes, short hair, and bulging muscles.

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

He had plump pink lips and a strong jaw line, along with thick eyebrows.

What? They were attractive to me.

"Well, nice to meet you, Elijah." I giggled, giving him a small wink.

"You too, Alaya."

I blushed a bit. My name sounded so right coming from his mouth.

"Hey, I get off in about 10 minutes. What do you say we go somewhere quite so we can talk? Like the diner across the street?" He asked in the cutest voice ever.

I looked at him in surprise.

I was positive he was going to try and get me into bed or something.

I nodded in agreement, my cheeks beginning to turn red.

He smirked, and got back to his job.

Hmmm... I liked Elijah already.