Eli kept pulling her dress down. The clothing has been creeping up her thighs for the past hour. She looked like the embodiment of the word, "uncomfortable." Eli sighed and looked around to find somewhere that she can sit. Her heels have been killing her. Her legs were aching so bad that they felt like they would get amputated if she walked.
Eli finally found a spot that was kind of private and far from the chaos in the dance floor. When a waiter walked by in front of her, she took the glass of Martini and drank it in one shot. She took another glass and started to walk to her seat. She took a sip every now and then with her Martini. She could not lie that she does not miss this. This freedom. It's been too long ago since she went to a party. She really did want to come to a club to party but her school works have been piling up on her desk, begging her to get them done as soon as possible or she will regret the consequences of her procrastination.
When she reached her seat, she was becoming a little bit tipsy. It was her problem with Martinis. It's her favorite drink but it's also her weakness. She can last till the morning drinking every drink a club has to offer but she could only last for an hour or two with just two glasses of Martini.
By her second glass of her favorite drink, someone sat beside her. That someone looked familiar to her but she was already a bit tipsy and so her vision was not the best at the moment. Everything looked hazy around her. She had to lean in and to squint to have a good look at the person beside her. She gasped and smiled broadly as she finally recognized the person beside her.
"Missed me, Eli?" Eli squealed and threw herself onto the guy. She showered him with kissed all over his face and the man laughed at her antics. "Of course! Of course I missed you sooooo much, Dean! When did you come home?" She settled beside him and started playing with his fingers.
"I've been home for over a month." Eli gasped at the news. Dean has been here for a whole month? Without even contacting her about his come back? Eli pouted.
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FantasiaThe year is 2187. One hundred years ago, flying car were invented. Thirty years ago, space travel was free to anyone who wants to explore the space. Twenty-one years ago, scientists have developed the cure to any disease. Seven years ago... ... they...
