Lights glimmered across writhing bodies, dancing to the heavy beats of music flooding the room. I was leaning against a purposeless edge, pushed over to the side of the crowd, quietly watching the people's meaningless interactions. I brought the red plastic cup in my hand up to my lips, letting the familiar bitter twinge flood my mouth, waiting for a reason to join the drunk bodies in their pursuit of sex or otherwise.
It wasn't until I was halfway through my second cup of beer that I discovered anything interesting. She was wearing a red dress that cut deep to expose her cleavage and ended a few inches before the middle of her thigh, accentuating her flawless tan legs. Her black hair was straight and long, the free tendrils moving with her body. She had a smile swept across her red lips, welcoming and sultry, inviting me to put my drink down and make my way over to her.
It was easy enough: the inebriated individuals parted as they noticed me, and I sauntered towards her unaware figure. She turned as I walked up behind her, her lips parted in surprise.
"Hi," she breathed out, her eyes wide with confused anticipation. Purple and blue flitted across her face, brightening the green of her eyes.
"Hi," I responded, giving her my dazzling smile. I decided to skip the flirtatious pleasantries and be completely straightforward. "Want to get out of here?"
"God, yes," she answered with a sigh, taking my outstretched hand as I led her out of the house.
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My alarm was not a welcome noise the next morning, with its urgent sound drilling into my throbbing brain as I attempted to untangle myself from my duvet. I expected to see a warm body lying next to me, a flash of red or black cloth, or a pair of tall stiletto heels strewn across the floor, but I was met with the same emptiness that my room experiences in the daytime. I begin to think I imagined it, bringing her home from that party, but flashes of my lips against her neck and hers against my chest immediately disprove that thought. Disappointment floods through my brain as I think of how good her body felt against mine, but I push it down.
I flinch as my alarm buzzes again, telling me that I have ten minutes to get to class, and I crawl out of bed, reaching for a pair of jeans and a clean shirt. I brush my teeth and wash my face as quickly as possible, grabbing my keys and shoes as I walk towards my door. My barren apartment greets me as I turn to close my door, and although I appease my thoughts by remembering that it was good that my one night stand didn't filter into clinginess the next day, I can't help but feel a sense of dissatisfaction that she left before I could even get her name.
