I brought the cool neck of the bottle to my lips and let the remains of the icy, refreshing beer slip down my throat. After swallowing I placed the empty bottle back down onto the counter, ran a hand through my damp blonde hair and ordered another.
The club was a stampede of sweaty boys and girls all mingling far too close for comfort. I tried to avert my gaze so I wasn't looking at some form of public indecency but everywhere I looked there was a tongue down someone's throat or a hand up someone's skirt.
"It's like a brothel in here." I commented loudly over the blaring music to my best friend Liam who occupied the space at the bar counter beside me, nodding his head to the beat awkwardly as he tried to fish out someone he could pursue when he'd drank enough liquid courage.
"Just how I like it." Liam responded playfully, flickering his eyebrows and winking.
I snickered and turned to grab the new bottle from the bartender who had his paw out greedily for the sum of money I owed him. I dropped the correct amount of cash into his hand and turned back around, keeping my opinion on the overcharged booze to myself.
It was Wednesday, and each Wednesday of the week was when all the students from my university dominated the strip of bars and clubs in my temporary hometown of Wolverhampton while I was up here studying for a degree in Media Advertisement - which, I promise, isn't as lame as it sounds. But it just so happens that the strip of clubs and bars caught on that this was our favorite night of the week and upped the prices of all booze and liquor which caused an uproar between us all.
But did it stop us coming? Of course not. It was still Wednesday.
"Anyone caught your eye yet?" I asked Liam loudly, struggling to carry my slurring voice over the thick beat.
"Blondie over there." Liam said as he pointed to a tall, skinny blonde girl who was crowded around her friends and dancing like they'd spent the past week revising Miley Cyrus's "We Can't Stop" music video religiously.
"Pretty." I commented. "Maybe a little out of your league, though."
"Pff." Liam scoffed, chugging the rest of his drink and wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "We'll see."
"Go get 'em, tiger." I said playfully, grinning widely as I watched my best friend stumble awkwardly across the dance floor into the crowd of girls like a bull to a colony of rabbits.
I smirked and turned to lean against the bar, taking generous swigs from my bottle as I enjoyed my own company for a while before Liam charged back over and declared victory or sobbed defeat - and it was probably going to be the latter. But either way I'd have to carry him back to our dorm and I didn't want to leave just yet, because I had yet to reduce myself to an embarrassing 'dad dancing on the dance floor' level of intoxication before I'd be okay with leaving.
I quickly finished off the bottle in my hand and ordered another. I went to stick my hand into my pocket to fish out the excessive amount of money needed but the drink was already paid for before my fingers even managed to slip into my jeans.
"Let me get that for you." A tall, curly haired brunette boy said as he handed the greedy bartender a note of cash and waited on his change.
"Oh, no-" I protested, hating people buying me drinks. Even though I was totally behind the concept; free drinks and a probable night of sweet fucking and a morning of regret? It was my favorite passtime. But I was still sober. It was my drunken persona that was the one who was willing to allow desperate guys to buy him drinks.
"Too late." He cut me off as he threw his collection of change into his skinny jean pocket, flashing me a wink and a grin as he took a drink from the glass in his hand.
