Intoxication - a state of mind that overpowers one's control from seeing the good from bad, the pure from evil, love from hatred.
Two people both suffering in opposite ways, yet both dealing in sync - the road to proximity and happiness takes time...
I roll over the sunlight shining down against my body, I peel my eyes open the empty sheets next to me causing memorises to flood my mind from last night, bringing a smile to my face.
Fuck he was good.
My muscles crack as I sit up bringing the sheets with me, I walk towards the bathroom immediately turning the shower on.
I guess he left early this morning, not that I mind I'm used to it. I mean I don't sleep around, your girls just having fun.
Once I'm finished in the shower I slip on some lace undergarments, denim shorts, a plain tee and a cargo jacket - rolling the sleeves up.
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I then begin with my makeup, adding mascara, eyeliner and and conclear. I don't fuck with foundation, it's way to heavy on your skin. Once I'm done I throw on some nikes pack my shit up and leave the hotel room.
I pull out my phone dialling Louis' number, after two attempts he finally picks up.
"hey bitch" he says cheerfully
"hey my love" I reply smiling, Lou and I have been best friends since kindergarten you could say we spend more than enough time with each other, both very very crazy.
"you wanna go get breakfast" I ask him, pulling my backpack onto my shoulder
"dude is that even a question, where are you?" he says, the sound of a door opening indicates he is getting into his car.
"I'm outside the Kimpton hotel" I say quickly knowing he will question it
"why the fuck-" I cut him off "just hurry up and come get me so we can go to Starbucks"
I hang the phone up and lean against the brick wall.
10 minutes pass and louis' car pulls up on the curb a smile illuminating my face at the sight of him.
"so you gonna tell me what the fuck ur doing here" he says as soon as I get in the car.
"yeah sure just take me to get food first" ••••••••••
Mindless voices fill my ears as I push my way through the changing room at work, it's times like this where I release how many people actually work here.
Me and Lou spent hours in the coffee shop catching each other up on our whereabouts from the last few days. For sure, I told him about the mystery god I met last night he moaned that I didn't take a picture of him. Typical best friend huh.
I look in the mirror at my outfit, smirking to myself, looking good girl.
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I quickly grab my black cap putting it on as I walk through the curtains into the place that allows me to escape from everything and everyone.
The smell of weed meets my nostrils as I walk past the VIP section, I wonder who's in there tonight.
"Olivia" a deep voice calls from behind, I turn looking around trying to find the caller - my eyes soon fall on Hughes, my boss. I smile up at him, wondering why he stopped me.
"Come see me tomorrow, I need to talk to you about the film you gave me with your choreography on" he says, taking my hand and pulling me away from the other dancers.
"Wait, you actually watched that?" I ask shocked that he would even give me a second of his day.
"Of course, I liked what I saw" he smiled "you have a real talent, just come see me tomorrow - go back to work" and with that he retreated to his office at the back of the club.
Holy Shit - a grin fills my face as I walk back towards the poles. I jump on the table slowly moving my hips to the music. He freaking liked my choreography, he has so many connections. I could scream with happiness right now!!
"Why are you so happy?" a husky voice asks pulling me away from my thoughts, I look down at him sitting on the leather chair.
I shrug not really allowing myself to communicate with them - I never do, well unless they're somewhat attractive. Most men here are middle aged rich dicks, half of them going behind their wives back to get extra action.
I turn around grabbing onto the pole dancing against it, my heals interlocking with the metal allowing me to do many tricks.
Money flies out as I spin, Beyoncé's voice fills my ears through the speakers - Queen fucking B.
Once I'm finished I walk over to the bar, helping Jane out with being a bartender. I smile poring a sly glass of whisky. We're not supposed to drink when we're working, no one really cares though. I mean most of the staff here are shit faced or high.
"Hey girl" she shouts handing someone their drink, I nod towards her smiling slightly.
"Where did you go last night?" I ask her, only now releasing that she didn't return to the hotel room. Thank the lord.
"I met up with Chase, my boyfriend" she replies smiling at the thought of him. I mentally roll my eyes at the cuteness.
"Oh" a sigh leaves my mouth, downing the rest of my whisky. She moves away going to take a group their drinks.
"Jameson" a voice calls out over the bar, I don't bother looking up I just grab the bottle from underneath the counter and pore some into a glass.
I slide it across the bar my eyes now meeting with the blue ones I not so long ago left.
"What the fuck, hi" I say laughing at the irony.
"I saw you dancing" he gestured to the poles behind him, I smirk nodding, "I never knew you worked here."
"Never came up" I reply, he downs his drink, his eyes not failing to leave mine. His so intense.
Seconds feel like hours until I break the eye contact, him turning away to walk back through the crowd. I take the money and cash it in the till.
"Small world" I mumble to myself, walking over to the next dark haired male waiting to be served.
••••••••••
"Olivia" a feminine voice calls I turn away from the bar my eyes meeting with a blonde that works here "you need to go on VIP, you've been requested" her voice is sharp, jealous almost.
"Okay" I reply nodding, wondering why I would be requested. I've literally stood behind a bar all night.
I shrug my thoughts off and move past the cramped room, we're really full tonight. I enter the red room, the bright velvet sofas coming into view. There seems to be a whole lot of younger men in here. That make's a change.
My heals hit the table getting a better view, well fuck. How is the blue-eyed boy in here. His famous? What the...
I jump down moving closer - his black shirt is open showing off his tattoos
He notices me a smirk forming on his face "you came"
A laugh escapes my mouth "it was you that requested?" I say thinking allowed.
He lights up his spliff leaning back against the chair, I roll my eyes giving him the dance he will surely not forget.
