Breathing Blue

7. "This is what you call fun?"

"Havoc, hurry up." I heard Aaron moan.
Not like that.

"Okay, okay, it takes time to look good." I muttered behind the closed door of my room.

Just as Aaron started complaining again, his voice trailed off as I opened the door and looked up at him. I had slipped on a blue plaid ensemble with a mini skirt, and a cropped long sleeve.

Aaron's eyes swept over my body, widening.

"Could you at least try to pretend like you're not staring?"

"Why?" He shrugged without hesitation as I walked past him and out to get on the yacht.

"Don't make me go back inside and put on my pajamas, asshole."

He lifted his hands up innocently before grinning.

I turned around and proceeded to get on the gently rocking boat.

As the engine started up and made black bubbles against the now pitch-black ocean. I looked over at Aaron.

The light the yacht provided was dimmed, which created an ombre effect that took up half of his face.
His dark curls hung over the ocean blue crystals he had for eyes and his small piercings and nose ring glimmered from time to time.
Aaron took out a pack of cigarettes before taking one out, lighting it up, and taking a long drag of the cancer inflicting product.

"I didn't know you smoked." I said a little shocked. Aaron looked nothing like a smoker. His breath always smelled of mint, so did he, and he looked perfectly healthy.

"A lot of people don't." He said before blowing out the smoke. Due to the wind, the nicotine came right in my face, causing me to cough and wave my hand in front of my face. I coughed wildly for about a minute before Aaron worriedly put out his cigarette.

He raised a curious brow.

"Asthma." I said while rolling my eyes.

"God, Everleigh, you couldn't have told me that before I took a smoke?"

"Didn't think it would affect me that much."

"Are you naturally this stubborn? I'm assuming you already know you're not supposed to be inhaling smoke." He said before furrowing his brows like a father.

"Yes I know," I glared at him, "I just don't care." I said while sarcastically smiling.

"You should." He replied seriously before the boat came to a stop.

The Marina gave view to a relatively crowded street, with lights, restaurants, and of course, night clubs. I could tell, only party people were interested in this particular part of the island.

I hopped out and waited for Aaron. He stood next to me, and even with my heels, I barely made it to his shoulder.

"Let's go."

"This is going to be a long night." I said before trailing behind him. As we crossed the street and made way to a club that had a queue that practically ended 10 yards away from the entrance. I could tell the club was huge, and had a lot of success. The music boomed from the inside as a few people walked out and puked on the floor, highly intoxicated.

"This, is what you call fun?" I asked while raising a brow.

"Precisely." He said before walking in front of the whole queue. The bouncer looked at him before nodding and opening the door for both of us to get in. Loud protests could be heard from the rest of the people waiting for their turns, which made me feel watched.
Not the best feeling.

Once inside, a strong sent of alcohol overcame me. People were dancing, drinking, and, as Aaron told me, girls were walking around half-naked. A huge stage was positioned in the middle of the club, where women would take turns to pole dance.