The bloody Mary she had been sipping was almost over and the music had already started sounding a lot more muffled, her feet were killing her in those Fendi heels she had worn thinking they would be a bold choice for the night. Truth be told they had served their purpose seeing that the drunk perve beside her kept on throwing drinks at her with hopes of getting her drunk enough to take her home. Incompetent imbecile .
She scanned the crowd one last time and decided it was time to call it a night. "Where you going babygirl? " I felt the drunks hand on my wrists, "Home not that its any of your business ," I said turning to leave "You are my business I thought you'd let me take you home with me tonight baby....." whatever he said next came out muffled as I pushed my way past sweaty bodies rubbing against each other and made it to the exit.
It was two am in the morning I had work in the next five hours hadn't thought that through before I let Camile convince me into going out with her tonight. I hailed a cub and went home everything else remained a distant memory that night.
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