Almost Unreal | Violentine One-Shots

The Spark Of Desire | Fluff

The brunette across the room is dancing in the middle of the nightclub. Her movements exude the type of confidence that comes from having a fair amount to drink. Enough to lose her inhabitations, but not enough to be completely uncoordinated in her dancing. Or maybe she's always this confident, what does Violet know?

The song blasting from the speakers above is sultry and languorous, and Violet feels herself sway to the music on the bar stool as she sips on her blood orange gin. Her eyes are trained on the girl on the dance floor. she's dressed in a skin-tight black crop top with a matching skirt that's hitched up to her midriff, she's got a jacket tied tightly around her waist and a beer in her hand. The music pounds and increases in volume as it begins to ramp up to the chorus.

As the brunette swings her hips along with the music in an entrancing motion, Violet closes her eyes and lets the song flow through her. Violet's drunk too. She reluctantly turns her attention away from the girl and towards Brody and Marlon who forced Violet to go out with them. They're passionately kissing by the bar; his hands are tightly draped around her waist and she's got her fingers wrapped around the back of his neck. Violet rolls her eyes and returns her attention to the alluring and mysterious girl on the dance floor.

It doesn't take long for Violet to find her amongst the group of people, she glows under the flashing lights, spinning around and around in circles as she tosses her hair and lifts her free hand in the air. She looks so carefree, so effortlessly happy. Violet scolds herself for obsessing so much over a complete stranger, someone who she'll never likely talk to. She tries to return her attention to her drink.

"Hey," says Brody as she taps Violet on the shoulder, she has to slightly shout over the music to be heard. Marlon stands directly behind her and presses kisses on Brody's bare neck. Violet watches in discomfort as Brody sighs at the contact, momentarily closing her eyes and letting her mouth fall open as the sensation.

"Babe..." says Brody as she playfully pushes her boyfriend away, even though Violet can tell that from the hint of red on her face she wants to pull him closer. "Anyway," she says clearing her throat and returning her attention to Violet, "we're heading off, are you okay to stay here?"

Violet thinks about sharing a taxi with them, sitting in the front seat, catching glimpses of them making out every time she looks around the car. Arriving at their shared apartment and spending the remainder of the night wearing noise-cancelling headphones, while they have sex in the room next door.

"Yeah," says Violet as she sips her drink, "I'm staying here for a while." Brody nods and Marlon leads her through the crowd towards the door. Violet exhales after they leave and decides to look back towards the dancefloor. The brunette is still there, her eyes are closed and she spins in a small circle. The drink that was in her hand has now gone and she moves her arms up and down her body along with the sexual tone of the song.

Violet sighs as she watches the brunette lift both arms high above her head before slowly bringing them down, tracing her cheeks, moving past her slender neck, across her chest and down her abdomen as if she's smoothing down the material of her skirt. Violet swallows.

She swings her stool back in the direction of the bar and orders another gin. The bartender places a napkin on the counter and sets down the glass of liquor on the counter, before turning his attention to the other customers. Above her head, the music pounds and the lights dazzle her.

Violet suddenly becomes aware of someone pulling up the stool by her side and she turns her head to observe the person who's taken the seat next to her. It's a man in his twenties with ruffled hair and a tattered shirt to match it, he shoots a toothy grin at Violet as he slumps against the bar.