Orphan

Chapter 42

Another eruption of giggles.

I stood up, finally sick of the hoard of whores behind me. Maybe I stood up a bit too fast, maybe the intoxicating liquid in the bottle I had been drowning in was getting too me, but whatever it was, my balance was off and I found myself back where I started. On the floor.
"Whoa little Muppet are you okay? Had a little too much?" Alana chuckled standing beside me, all I could make out was her leather boot in front of my floor-squashed face. "What did you do to this beer?" I muttered as my stomach rumbled, clearly unamused by what I had given my body. "Its a little concoction of my own. Tasty eh?" She grinned baring her teeth with a sly grin. "Don't worry sweetheart it won't kill you. However, you'll wish you were dead in the morning." She laughed and I rolled my eyes getting up. "Where were you going in such a rush?"

"I was just leaving." I mumbled holding onto the sleeves of the sweater I was wearing and crossing my arms. "Leaving? Baby, the party's only just begun." She smiled lifting up another two bottles of, what she called, beer. "No, thanks." I sighed walking off, it was getting darker, and colder. But then an even colder sensation gripped my arm. "Where do you think you're going?" I turned. Harry's eyes were cold now. "Go carry on. I'll head home."

"Nice try. Get back or I drag you back." His voice lifted slightly, earning some stares before he spoke in a hush through gritted teeth. He forced a smile, and I knew he wasn't kidding. "Now, Monique."

I frowned, nodding slowly as I walked back. Then with each step the heat rose from my feet with flashes of anger. I just wanted to go home so I could get one piece of happiness from this hell hole. I got to the makeshift table, and turning on my heel, noticed an interesting sight. "Fucking dick." I mumbled beneath my breath as I watched Harry grip a girls waist as she devoured his neck.

I huffed and turned back to the table. "Hey Alana." I nodded my head at her as she looked to me, "How about that beer?" I cocked a brow, earning a smirk from her; and a laugh which danced between the lines of sober and tipsy. "Now we're talking baby." Her hands effortlessly, and expertly grabbed a cold one, popping the cap off as she did so. "Here you are, sweets." She smiled and a low moan was heard from behind me. It was as if I froze for months, when in reality only seconds had gone by. In a split second I pressed the bottle to my lips and downed the drink whole. Leaving Alana with a gaping mouth. "What?" I pursed my lips as I savoured the taste. It was odd. But I enjoyed the bitter taste in my mouth, it was just as bitter as I was right now.

"Just...You may not wanna do t-"
"-I don't tell you how to blink, so don't tell me how to drink. Your 'drunk' is my sober." I sassed grabbing another beer as I chugged it, all the while listening to the sickening sounds exchanged between the douche and the whore. Not sure which is which anymore.

I blinked my eyes open and shut giving off a slight shiver at the cold liquid before smiling. "Fuck that's good."
"I like you little Muppet." Alana gave a slick lick to her lip as she grinned. "Yeah?" I tilted my head suggestively as I could practically feel the alcohol run through my veins.

"Yeah." She stepped forward and shoved me against the table before our lips made contact. A deep breath rose my chest as her hands fell on either side of my legs and our lips fought in a vicious battle. My mind was immediately shifted from Harry and I was grateful. I fisted her blonde hair as hell body rode against mine like two dogs on heat, within seconds wolf-whistles and screams of 'Yeah' were heard.

I threw my head back as she attacked my neck and my eyes shut tightly. And just like that the sensation was gone. I opened my eyes in confusion as Harry stood before me. Alana beside him with a cocky smirk. "That's enough." He growled as I wiped my bottom lip looking past him to the unknown Red members and the boys. "Okay. Its enough." I smiled innocently with a nod, hopping off the table and sliding past Harry turning on some music as I pulled Alana and some other girls to the open space where we had started dancing, bodies grinding to the beat, hands gripping and caressing. Soon enough most of us were on the dance floor. I downed another beer as my vision started to fade and I knew it wouldn't take much more to knock me out. But I couldn't care less. I turned pressing my arse against Alana's hips as we grinned and my hips swayed rhythmically.