ii. drunk

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THE SMELL OF smoke and alcohol filled the noisy bar, where the sounds of chatting, laughing and loud live music were echoing through the large room. Valentina and Emilia sat perched at the bar, drinks in their hands, having had a few at this point.
"That guy keeps giving you eyes, Val" Emilia smirked, nudging her friend gently in the ribs.
"Which guy?" Valentina laughed.
"The blonde guy down there. Shoulder length hair, pretty boy face, he's with three other blokes" she replied, tipping her head in the general direction whilst trying to be subtle.

Valentina looked to where Emilia's eyes were, and noticed a small group of four men sitting together at a table, sipping beer and talking. Indeed, the blonde one was looking her way, and he was incredibly attractive. She gave him a small smirk, which he returned before he went back to talking to his friends.
"He's hot" Valentina said simply.
"Isn't he? You definitely should" Emilia giggled. Valentina just rolled her eyes and carried on drinking.

After another hour of drinking, it was around 12AM and both women were very drunk at this point. The blonde man had continued to exchange glances with Valentina, until Emilia left her to go to the loo and she was alone at the bar. It was then that the blonde man approached her, leaning against the bar next to her. "You've been looking my way a lot love" he spoke.
"And? Is that a problem?" She smirked, realising suddenly how drunk she was.
"Not at all" he winked, "I'm Roger by the way, Roger Taylor."
"I'm Valentina" she replied.
"Pretty name" he commented.

Emilia soon came back to see Roger and Valentina flirting and laughing together at the bar, so she decided that she would just head back to her flat. She had hoped that Valentina would start chatting to this guy, but Emilia herself didn't feel in the mood to try and talk to guys. She quickly let Valentina know she was going home, and left the two in the bar alone.

After even more drinks, and a bit of small talk with Roger – who had informed her he was a drummer for a band called Queen – the two found themselves extremely close.
"Well, I was going to ask whether you'd like to come back to my flat?" Roger asked.
Valentina nodded, "of course."
Roger wrapped an arm around her waist loosely and they stumbled out of the bar together. He told her that he didn't live far away, so they walked to his flat.
As he unlocked the door, Valentina suddenly became aware of how intoxicated she was. she felt the alcohol coursing through her veins and it was making her feel giddy. She just wanted contact as this point.

As soon as Roger closed the door behind him, Valentina pressed her body against his, kissing him forcefully. He pulled away with a smirk on his face, "steady love" he mumbled.
She giggled softly, "sorry."
He lead her along to his room, and as soon as he got there his lips attacked hers again. He tasted of beer and cigarettes, and his hands began roaming her body.
She let herself fall back on to his bed, his body towering over her small one. He ran his hands underneath her dress, the touch making her flinch slightly as his hands were cooler than she expected. "You're cold" she mumbled between kisses.
"Am I?" He questioned, raising his eyebrows. This only made him inch his hands further up her thighs however, and she realised he was doing it to tease her.

His hands pushed her dress up and over her head, discarding it on the floor and leaving her in only a set of lace underwear. She pulled off his shirt before moving her hands up to his hair and tugging lightly. He let out a quiet groan and moved his lips to her neck and began trailing feverish kisses down to her collar bone. As his hands gently held her waist, and his lips ghosted over the crook of her neck, Valentina realised that this man felt different to all the other men.

Perhaps it was because she was more intoxicated, but he seemed to be taking care of her body more than the other strangers whom she let herself be vulnerable with.

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When she woke the next morning, her head was pounding and her throat felt like sandpaper. She squinted her eyes at the bright October sunshine – a rare occurrence –that was spilling through the gap in the curtains. For a moment she was confused about her surroundings until she remembered the events from the night before. She turned over to see if Roger was still lying beside her, and she was met by an empty space. Relief washed over her body as she realised she could probably leave before seeing him and exchanging the dreaded "morning after" small talk.

She pulled she duvet away from her body and climbed out of bed, pulling on the underwear and dress from the night before that was discarded in a pile by her feet. She looked at herself in the mirror and let out a sigh as the sight. Her hair was messy and her mascara from the night before was smudged underneath her eyes. She quickly tried to fix the mess by tousling with her hair for a minute and wiping as much of the mascara remains from under her eyes.

She grabbed her back and picked up her shoes, deciding she would do better at sneaking out if she didn't put her heels on yet. She opened the bedroom door and crept towards the main door to his flat. Just as she reached for the door handle she was stopped by a husky voice, "going so soon?".
She let out an internal groan before taking a deep breath and turning to face Roger. She was surprised to see that he somehow still looked just as good that morning as he had the night before. Damn it.

"Yes, actually. Got things to do, showers to have and pain killers to take, y'know?" Valentina replied, putting on a very obviously false smile.
"Well, have a nice day Valentina. Hope to see you around" he replied, giving a smirk.
"You too, Roger" she replied, before slipping on her shoes an exiting his flat.

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AUTHORS NOTE
this chapter was unedited, so sorry for anyone spelling and grammar mistakes.
hope you enjoyed, please let me know your thoughts on the start of the story 💗💓

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