"I'm gonna marry the night,
I won't give up on my life,
I'm a warrior queen,
Live passionately, tonight."
It was close to midnight on a regular school day when a pretty, brown-haired girl, who was sitting on one of the sand-colored barstools, asked for another cosmo. She didn't even like the taste of them, though. The strongness of vodka always brought up memories she didn't want to be reminded of, but the drink matched her red lipstick in such a cute way. How could she not order it then? As the bartender replaced her empty cocktail glass with a new one, she grabbed her classic red Chanel flap bag and handed him a ten dollar bill. She took a sip of her drink and tried to ignore the burning sensation of the vodka sliding down her throat. After she swallowed it, she let out a sigh. The evening was not even close to what she'd expected it to be. Her friends left about an hour ago because they had curfews. What fun was in that? Who even cared about curfews? Well, she for sure didn't. It was a Wednesday night, however, but she couldn't care less. Her mother was never home before she went to bed anyways.
She was desperately waiting for some action. She hadn't pulled out the black Versace dress Donatella had made especially for her for nothing, right? She could at least hook up with some lame Wallstreet guy or even the bartender if she had to. It didn't matter to her, but there was one thing she was sure of: she wasn't going home without having had some fun.
"What a shame," she suddenly heard, coming from behind her. "Such a pretty girl sitting all by herself."
She turned around and looked right into the blue eyes of a handsome guy that was vaguely familiar to her. "Well, it doesn't have to be that way."
He smiled and sat down on the stool next to her. "Don't you have a curfew?"
"Rules are made to be broken, right?" she said while taking another sip of her drink. She was starting to get a little tipsy now.
"That's the spirit," he said. "Can I get you a drink?"
She shook her head while looking into his navy-blue eyes. "I'm all covered."
"I see." He glanced at the red liquid in her hand. "How about something else?"
She looked at him playfully. "What did you have in mind?"
He struck some of her curly hair over her hair. "I have some coke on me and you seem to be the girl that likes some adventure. I hate doing lines all by myself."
"Hmm..." she said. "It's your lucky day. Let's find a place a bit quieter."
She got up from the stool, grabbed her cosmopolitan and handbag and joined the pretty boy. He put his hand on her bare back as they walked away from the bar and moved over to one of the private booths, where the light was dimmed and there were no prying eyes.
"So what's life like at the Sacred Heart?" He asked after a moment. Her eyes grew big. How did he know where she went to school?
"How'd you know, perv?" she asked.
He chuckled. "How'd I not know? You're Joanne. Every 17-year-old guy that lives in New York knows you."
She rolled her eyes. "I'm not that special, though. But what's your name? I deserve to know."
He laughed. "I'm Jack and I go to Horace Mann. I'm a senior."
"Horace Mann, nice," she said. "You like it there?"
He shrugged. "Those private schools, it's all the same drill, but you know, you've got to do what your parents demand."
"You've got your eyes on the trust fund, huh?"
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