Plan B [UNDER EDITING]

1 - that was Plan A

(That's Ashley)

"Pleeaaaassseeee. I haven't been out for like weeks! I'm deprived of the attention I rightfully need" my best friend Courtney whined, the corners of her mouth turning down.

"I don't want to! Whenever I go out with you you get drunk and leave with some guy, leaving me to get home at 3am on my own!" I snapped back, scoffing at the idea of her leaving me again.

"But, who knows. Maybe this time you'll find your Prince Charming" she replied, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. I pretended to barf, my finger in my mouth.

"I'm more likely to get a pet unicorn." I smiled sarcastically. She sighed and pouted her lip.

"Pleaseee"

"No"

"Pleeeeeeeaaaasssseeeeee"

"I said no!"

"PLEEEAAAAAASSSSSSSSEEEEEEE"

We held eye contact for at least a minute, everything silent, before I sighed, giving in. She squealed.

"Yaysies!! I have the perfect dress for you. Ohhh and you can wear those new black wedges you bought last week!"

"Yaysies!" I mimicked, rolling my eyes. I already knew this wasn't going to end well.

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An hour later it was 11pm and I guess I looked somewhat presentable. Well, for a club I mean. I was dressed in a black, long sleeved mid thigh bodycon dress with the black wedges and a golden rimmed clutch. Courtney was wearing a red poofy dress with black stilletos, that were about six inches high. How people walk in those, I'll never be able to figure out. If I'm being honest, we both looked great, and I hated myself for it.

For starters, I hate dresses. They're so impractical! And the heels! We're at a club where there's going to be lots of drunk guys. What happens if someone's trying to chase me down. It's not like I can go "oh, I'm going to run from you but give me two minutes so I can take off these heels"

The dingy cab pulled up and we both slid in the back. It reeked of smoke and rotting food.

"Where you girls off to tonight?" The man asked, his smile showing his yellowing teeth.

"Uhhh, just the club on Raisher street." I replied, shifting in my seat. I was already getting a creepy feeling from this dude. He nodded in reply, starting up the car. It made a chugging sound, then there was a loud bang, before it finally started up.

After the quick ten minute journey, We pulled up to the club and I slid out of the car, leaving Courtney to pay. I mean, she wants to go out, she can pay. I'd much rather be home watching a re-run of how I met your mother with my good old friends Ben and Jerry.

I could already smell the smoke and alcohol radiating out of the club. A drunk guy got pushed out by the bouncer, stumbling over his own two feet on the way. I scrunched my nose up at the smell of him.

Courtney got out of the car and we both walked in, leaving the crazy dude behind. The trashy music was already making my ears bleed and stench of sweat mixed with smoke and spirits made my nose hurt.

As soon as we got in Courtney dragged me over to the bar, ordering two mojitos. God, I don't even like those. She dropped the cash down as the bartender gave us our drinks. I took a sip of mine, cringing at the taste.

Just as I was about to take another sip of the foul liquid, a guy fell on me, spilling his drink, and causing me to spill mine, down my dress.

"Shit!"

The guy laughed and walked away. What a dickhead.

"I'm gonna head to the bathroom" I shouted to Courtney over the music. She barely responded before I walked away and over to the bathroom.

Just as I was about to walk in a guy came over to me. He had dark hair and tanned skin, with chocolate coloured eyes. He smelt of expensive aftershave and a hint of smoke, literally heaven in my eyes.

"Hey. I'm a thief. And I'm here to steal your heart" he said in a thick Australian accent. I rolled my eyes and walked into the small bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind me. What a douche.

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After trying to get the stench of alcohol off of me, but may I add failing, I gave up and walked out of the bathroom. The guy from before was leaning against the wall next to me, his arms folded across his chest. Had he been standing there the whole time? I was in there for like 15 minutes.

"You know, that was one of the shittest pick up lines I've ever heard" I told him honestly.

"Well that was only Plan A" he replied, shrugging lightly.

"What's Plan B?" I asked, a feeling of nausea rising in my gut.

"Well you know. I was gonna try another one of my fabulous pick up lines, but since they're so 'shitty' I guess it's To kidnap you" he smiled sadistically.

"Wha-"

I saw the flash of a needle then a prick in my arm, before everything went black