whiskey & weed

Chapter 1

Olivia's POV

Stepping out the hotel room I hear my red stilettos hitting against the hardwood flooring - an intense yet calming sound. I'm soon followed by Jane, a girl I met less than two hours ago at work, she only just joined the team.

"Honestly have no idea how you can walk in heels that high" her voice flows through the long corridor.

"Practice makes perfect" I say winking at the engaging blonde strolling next to me "I probably won't be able to stand let alone walk later so don't worry."

The cold air envelopes my warm skin as we step into the darkness of the night. My silk dress blowing in the wind makes me regret not brining a jacket.

We're staying in a hotel right next to a small strip of clubs, it's so much easier than travelling back to the apartment at god-knows what time in the morning.

After a short distance we arrive at the first destination, thank fuck. I need two things - whiskey and weed. The strong stench already hitting me - a smile illuminating my face.

I detach myself from Jane's arm heading towards the bar, I order a few shots and a bottle of whiskey.

Seconds pass and the shots are downed as our legs carry us straight to the dance floor, my favourite place.

Jane grabs a hold of my hand spinning me around, a laugh flees my lips I always feel so free. Sean Kingston's voice echoes through the room 'Beautiful girls' an all time classic.

Random bodies grind together around me as I sway my hips to the music. I feel eyes on me, something that would bother other girls my age but no me, I'm used to it.

Tonight has to be one of my first nights off from work in weeks and it's honestly so calming to know that right now, in this moment, I'm dancing for me, my eyes only. Not pleasuring anyone else. Dance has always had my back when it's just me in the dark.

I look up seeing if I can see Jane, she's no where to be seen. I shrug it off continuing to move my body, with each step I take my smile grows and grows.

Hours pass yet they feel like minutes until a pair of strong, steady hands grip onto my hips, I gasp slightly shocked by the contact.

"baby girl" his warm breath hits the back of my neck.

A smirk on my lips, I respond with my body, grinding against him.

"I've been watching you" he mumbles into my ear, nibbling slightly. I glance down at the masculine hands travelling over my waist, only to see his fingers clad with thick silver rings.

"Hmm" I mumble turning my body so we're face to face, his piercing blue eyes coming into view. The club lights allow me to see glimpses of his sharp jawline and short blonde fringe falling over his eyes. His gorgeous.

The couple next to us pulls me out of the trance, their voices screaming over the music - I watch the red haired girl's lips move, her eyebrows knitted in anger. Ah she caught him with another girl. A laugh falls past my lips, this is one of the reasons why I don't date.

"You wanna get outta here?" He questions into my ear, it coming out as more of a statement. I grab his wrist not bothering to answer as we move away from the rowdy couple.

Soon enough the cold air hits us, the only lights being from the buildings running parallel to the street.

The sound of a lighter catches my attention I look to my right to see the tattooed boy hitting up a joint. Fuck yes.