As the music pounded, I found myself surrounded by strangers. By this point, I was far too intoxicated to realise what was going on but still I moved to the beat. My hips circled and circled until they met with something at great force.
Well done, you hit a fucking wall you drunken mess.
But when I composed myself and turned round, I saw that I had not hit a wall oh I had not hit a wall at all. My eyes scanned up and down as the boy's infront of me did the same; my god he was attractive. One of those punk rocker types, tattoos up and down his arms, some scattered on his neck, had a few piercings, that type. MY type.
"I am so sorry oh my god" I spluttered out hurriedly, embarrassed by my own drunken slobbery.
"It's alright beautiful, you got a name?" he replied, smirking as he gave me the once over for what must have been the 7th time in 10 seconds.
"Sure, Elsa. What's yours?" I asked, far more confidently than I would have if it were not for this alcohol.
"The name's.." that's where I lose it you see, I really couldn't and still can't remember his name for shit, but my my he was gorgeous. I couldn't help but feel like a sleezy middle aged man who's years of drunken one night stands were far behind him but someone had forgotten to tell him yet somehow, I really didn't seem to care. That really is not me at all, I don't do that kind of thing.
Except I did.
I don't remember any more than that, but I did.
