The thumping bass of the music in the club pounded through Tristan's head as he downed the rest of his beer and stood up ready to leave the dark, sweaty building. It had been another night of drowning his feelings of worthlessness in cheap, nasty alcohol until his mouth went numb and his mind blank. As he neared the exit of "Club Risotto" - the most popular club in London - the drummer froze in complete shock, utterly in awe of the sight before him. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. The way her short red dress hugged her delicate curves, how her legs still stood strong despite the ridiculous height of her pure black stilettos, the gentle waves in which her caramel-brown hair tumbled gracefully down her back. Tristan observed as she puckered her perfect mouth slightly to throw back the shot she had just raised to her lips and the way her structured cheekbones were accentuated through her ivory skin when the burning alcohol hit the back of her throat and she winced at the taste. Yet every time she presented this reaction she laughed it off and ordered another round of shots, he suddenly felt sober as he watched this breathtaking scene unfold before him and he knew that this girl was everything he had been looking for, even if he was still a little intoxicated. That's when he decided he wouldn't walk away he stayed for this beautiful girl even if he didn't know her name. And with that Tristan headed back to the bar, ordered another beer preparing to play the waiting game.
After an hour or so of being sat at the bar staring at the mysterious beauty in the corner occasionally with her sneaking a glance at him too and blushing furiously every time she caught him already looking at her. When Tristan turned around to order another beer he reluctantly peeled his eyes away from the girl only for them to connect with the smirking face of the bar tender who muttered
"You might want to make that two mate." as Tristan felt the presence of another person fill the stool next to him he looked to his right meeting the gaze of a pair of stunning emerald eyes that sparkled like sunbeams on the sea. His jaw dropped at the close up perspective of this angel's face and discretely nodding to the bar tender his vision still focused on the goddess beside him.
"So," ,she giggled with a laugh lighter than fairy's feet that lightened Tristan's heavy heart immediately, "my friends seem to think you like me because you keep staring at me. Is that true?" she questioned lazily as Tristan flushed beet red and stuttered profusely but she just grinned cheekily producing that same dainty laugh as before. The drummer seemed to regain himself partially as he casually replied,
"I vaguely remember some brief glances on your behalf perhaps you like me?" swilling the beer around the bottom of his bottle and tipping it down his throat Tristan looked down to find the girl with a faint dusting of pink on her cheeks. Despite this, and the large amount of alcohol the girl had consumed, she managed to flirt back saying,
"Perhaps we should dance and see where the night takes us?" nodding eagerly Tristan willingly surrendered his hand to the girl as she lead him to the dance floor. Here they stayed most of the night drinking, dancing and having a laugh but when she finally had to leave she slipped him a note sealed with a kiss of her deep red lipstick. He watched her slip through the door before tearing open the note and chuckling at what he found inside:
"I'll be yours if you'll be mine... call me ***** *** *** - a wild heart"
That was when he realised he never even learned her name!
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The Vamps Oneshots
FanfictionI'm working through all of their albums writing a oneshot based on each song I hope you like it! :)
