Out After Midnight {WATTYS 2017}

Out After Midnight /1/

/Rebecca's POV/
I opened the door to my 4th floor apartment as quickly as I could, my hands shaking in excitement. I closed it behind me and ran over to the couch, setting my shopping bag down on the white leather surface.

Reaching my hand into the bag, I pulled out the black dress I had just bought at a local boutique. It was for a special celebration tonight, a celebration of my twenty-first birthday. Oh, how long I have waited in anticipation and excitement for this day to come and it's already here.

I put the dress on and examined it jn admiration.  It had short sleeves and the neckline fell in a deep v-shape, down to the waistline, exposing a bit of cleavage. It hugged my body and defined every curve, stopping abruptly midthigh.

I smirked and twirled my auburn hair, putting it up in a messy bun.

I swirled on liquid eyeliner and then some mascara. I put some lip gloss on and then, finally, I slipped my feet into  some black, strappy wedges.

I put my phone in the side of my bra where, suprisingly, it stayed hidden quite well. Leaving my apartment, I entered the elevator and pushed the ground floor button.

As soon as I was out of the lobby I checked my watch. 7:30. The late September night sky was glistening and beautiful, covered in stars. Ive never felt more alone in my life. I don't really have friends, Mum and Pa died a couple years ago, when I was nineteen, and I try to steer clear of serious relationships because of so many personal reasons, one of them being my unidentified sexuality, and another being my bad experiences with guys. The night sky made me feel so small and helpless and quite frankly unnoticeable.

I shook off the bad vibes that were creeping up on me and continued walking. The club - Deja Vu - was only a few blocks from my apartment building. I pushed on down the sidewalk, looking down at the concrete until I felt something run into me from in front.

I fell back and instinctively put my hands back to catch my fall. Gasping, I looked up and saw a guy in althetic wear with oh so beautiful blue eyes.

He knelt down beside me, "Are you okay?". He looked honestly concerned.

"Uh....um...yes, yes I'm fine. Sorry, i wasn't paying attention and-".

He cut me off, "No, no it's my fault I should've been looking where I was running. I'm so sorry, I hope you're​ not hurt."

"Hmm," I smirked and narrowed my eyes at him.

"What?" he asked.

"Well...if you're so sorry," I drew out every word, "Then I guess you wouldn't mind repaying me by giving me your number. Maybe even a name."

His expression lightened and his cheekbones became more prominent as he smiled and said, "I guess I wouldn't mind."

He helped me stand up and I pulled my cell phone out from my bra.

"Interesting place to keep your cell, isn't it?" he asked.

"Haha, well at least I don't have to hold it or a purse," I laughed.

I asked for his number and as he gave it to me, I programmed it in my phone. He then told me his name was Sam. Sam, Sam, Sam. I could get used to saying that.

"See ya around," he chuckled and then proceeded to run.

I speed walked to the club in good spirits. When I got there, I opened the door and immediately I could feel the energy pulsing through me. The room was dark, but illuminated by a blue light and the floor was covered in a light mist. Bodies swayed, and couples kissed as the electronic contemporary music spread it's rhythm through the crowd.

I pushed through people, trying to get to the bar. When I got there, a punk girl, maybe in her mid-twenties, asked me what I wanted. I had absolutely no idea what I wanted, let alone the name of an alcoholic drink.

"What would you recommend?" I asked.

She smirked, "Do you want something with a high or low alcohol content?"

"High."

"I'll make you a Shirley Temple and put some vodka in it, 'kay?" She asked.

"Sure."

She brought me back my drink and as I searched for my wallet I remembered that I didn't bring it.

She noticed my struggle and said, "Ya know what hon, you're pretty cute and ya don't seem too bad, so the drinks on the house this time," she winked.

I sighed and thanked her, taking my drink. I sipped at it slowly, it was so strong.

A girl in a corner booth all alone caught my eye. She had long sea green waves, her roots a dark brunette. She was in a tight red dress that showed the top of her breasts, which where pretty nice.

Yeah, I'm bisexual. I think anyway.

I approached her and smiled, "What are you doing, sitting here all alone?"

"I got set up by my date," she said coldly, her voice a bit scratchy, which was kind of hot.

"That's sad. You think maybe I could fill in for them?" I asked, rearranging my breasts in my dress.

Her eyes flicked downwards for a second and then she scanned my body head to toe before saying, "Sit down, babe."

I bit my lip from habit and sat down across from her, taking a very long swig of my drink. Up close I could tell the girl was a bit drunk, her eyes were extra glossy and her cheeks were pinker than normal.

"I'm Roxanna," she held out her hand. I took it.

"Rebecca."

We talked for hours about our interests, and with each sip of my drink I got more giggly and flirtatious.

Without thinking, I scooted down the booth and sat next to her, pushing out my chest a little. I knew I was being promiscuous, but I ignored the part of my brain telling me that I'm being slutty.

"You know," I put my hand on the side of her neck, "I've been with a few girls before and I've liked alot of girls. But never have I fallen in love with one with green hair."

She grabbed my neck and pulled me in towards her, our lips crashing together. I swung my leg over her and sort of sat on her lap. Somewhere throughout our makeout session we went into the bathroom and did whatever we did.

I told her bye and left the club. It was well past midnight, I knew that. The sky was pitch black like tar, and the city lights were the only thing illuminating the streets that were still dark despite them.

I was a little woozy and my legs wobbled as I walked in the direction that I hoped was my apartment building.

Unexpectedly, a hand shot out in front of my face, holding a cloth, and the smell of chloroform choked me.

The next thing I knew it was pitch black.

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