Bloodstream || Ed Sheeran

2.

'And then they got married and lived happily ever after with No bumps in the road or problems they had to face!'

But this was No story. This was No happily ever after. This was reality, the real world, with hate and judgemental assholes. If you want a happy ending, go read a fairytale.

"Gimme four shots of your strongest stuff." I huff.

The old woman, who's name I've came to learn is Meldred , shoots me a look and slides four small glasses in front of me.

"Yanno Ed. This can't be a regular thing," Her eyes meet with mine and then she bends down to grab a bottle, "It's unhealthy."

She fills the glasses and then sets the bottle down next to them.

One by one I empty the liquid into my mouth. The burning feeling turns into a sensation after three more shots.

After a another shot I give up shots and take bottle in my hand taking Swig every so often.

My head was spinning, to my left a brunett sat with a beer in front of her. She looked as drunk as I. I moved closer to her. She looker over at me with big hazel eyes that were red from to much to drink.

"Hey baby." I slurred.

She took a drink and drunkly smiled, "Hi."

"You here alone baby cakes?"

"Mmhhmm" She batted her lashes and pressed herself up against my chest. I admit she did have a nice rack and was quite curvy.

I lean down to her and whisper "Well how bout me and you go back there," I nod toward the bathroom, "and have a little fun"

She let a small gasp and bit Down on her lip and nodded.

I lead her to the bathroom and locked the door. Fucked her right on the bathroom sink.

The next thing I was opening my eyes to see the same brunette as last night. I pushed her body off mine.

I slipped my black jeans on and left her there.

As I walker out  I threw some money on the the bar counter and stumbled out of the damned bar with the damned bottle in hand.