Parties and late night drunken states meant everything when it came to Clover Paige; especially if it meant leaving her wild thoughts behind and losing herself in a bottle of Jack Daniels. Her name is just an illusion, you would think anyone named C...
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"Life is tough, my darling, but so are you." — stephanie bennett-henry
THE NIGHT WAS in full swing when Clover Paige stepped inside the prestigious building. Her vivid green eyes scanned the place in awe, each and every single person catching her eye. The girl's date clung to her arm, to which she find quite annoying, but decided against complaining since he was the reason she found herself at such a fancy gathering.
"Will you be alright if I leave you alone for a few minutes? I see a couple friends. . ." Clover nodded towards the man whose name she couldn't quite remember as he spoke to her about going off somewhere. She didn't even let him finish talking before detaching herself from his clingy grasp and began trotting off to the bar. The girl could practically feel her date roll his eyes at her behavior, but she didn't care. It was quite obvious that Clover was merely using him for his money and a good lay.
Clover's feet bounced with her weight as her tall figure moved along the tiled floor. She had a slight sway with her hips, which caught the attention of many handsome men. She winked at some, but nevertheless ignored their stares and continued to make her way towards her only source of happiness; booze.
A big, flirty smile casted itself upon her red stained lips when she approached the bartender. "May I have a glass of vodka please?"
"Just vodka?"
"Just vodka." She said, giggling a little at the stranger's stunned expression. "What? Don't think a little girl like me can handle good ole vodka?"
The man's head shook. "N. . .No, certainly there's nothing little about you -" his eyes wandered helplessly towards her busty chest, which she was purposely showing off in a little black dress. He flushed a deep red color and nervously began preparing her order. "N. .Nevermind, miss."
Clover grinned even bigger at his flustered state. "You know what? Throw me a round of shots while you're at it too, and possibly that bottle of wine behind you also." She winked. "I'm joking about that last part, not really, but. . ."
Whilst waiting for her drink, Clover spun around and leaned up against the counter. She nodded her head to the beat of whatever song was playing and looked around at her surroundings.
Lights, sparkle, and glimmer all screamed at her with 'filthy rich' and pulled her in from the second she stepped foot inside. Clover was in complete and utter awe; something which was quite rare. It was evident that whomever was throwing this party knew what he or she was doing. Wine glasses on trays flowed throughout the place as young men and women in suits carried them around, offering them silently to guests. Clover raised her eyebrows, shocked that she found herself in such an environment. Most nights were spent in crappy bars and frat parties, getting so wasted and high that she couldn't remember her own name.
Smooth jazz buzzed through her ears, almost making Clover want to yawn but she suppressed the urge to go complain to the God awful DJ. Instead, she grabbed the shot glass behind her and downed in one quick motion. The girl licked her lips afterwards, the burning sensation of alcohol not bothering her one bit.
