3 Years ¦ KTH (OneShot) ✔

Drunk on you

Her POV

It's cold. It's hot.

The air is cold on my bare legs. My face is hot because of the fancy cocktail I've had earlier.

The shiny black bomber jacket covering my shoulders and arms, while I take a hit of the cigarette between my fingers.

I look at the glittery nail polish. It matches with my sparkly silver eye makeup.

Tonight I want to shine. These past two days he did. More than ever.

Ugh... Don't go there.

Tonight I'm here to enjoy myself, the music, the party vibes, as well as the alcohol. Yes, I want to get drunk. I need to get drunk.

Hit after hit, the cigarette is out and the dense smoke slips out from my glossy mouth. I scrunch the rest of the tobacco roll on the bin and discard it, then head back into the building.

I show the stamp on my hand to the security guard as he just nods and lets me in. I leave my jacket to another guard before walking down a dark corridor with only flashy pink neon lights to lead the way. The music muffled before I reach the heart of the club.

Blue, pink, purple neon lights, stroboscopic balls, loud and deep music which presses onto my chest arguing with my own heartbeat.

Sweaty, joyous people jumping or rubbing onto each other. Calmer, or drunker, people sitting on the velvety loveseats.

Still too lucid, I head to the bar stand. "Four different shots. You can choose the poison, dear". I say to the cute bartender who could easily be my youngest brother though.

While I wait, I face the passionate dancers. A lot of cute and appetising strangers to catch. My friend should be somewhere between them too. I've seen her dancing with some guy earlier. Oh, there she is!

Oh, well... Seems like they're dancing with their tongues now. Good for her.

We came here well aware of the fact we would have not minded some fun with a capital f. I didn't wear this dress for nothing. It screams 'fuck me', and I would mind not getting that, to be honest.

These two days it's been a bit hard in that department. Seeing him was hard.

"Here, miss".

"Thank you, dear". I turn to the bartender and smile kindly before laying my eyes onto the four shots. Each one coloured differently. Each one tasting differently while they go down, stingy, one after the other.

I don't have time. I need the fuzziness, now, hoping it takes away his whole self from my mind.

The music changes into one that I like. Lucky me.

I head to the dance floor. The numbness of the alcohol hitting me, giving me that sensation of walking on the clouds, right what I wanted.

Black high heels, bright red dress as the colour of lust if it had one, hugging every curve of my body, cupping my breast perfectly, displaying its shiny bounces.

I powdered my exposed skin with a very special highlighter. On my chest, the collarbones, my shoulders and wrists.

Tonight's lucky stranger will be in for a treat. I smirk at the thought as I walk through the enthusiastic crowd.

And there I leave myself to feel the alcohol do its thing. Bewitching me to its will.

I start dancing, moving my long hair all to one side and tilting my head, exposing more of my body to eager eyes. Swaying my hips, enwrapped in the ruby dress. My mind just flooded with inebriation as my body sensually moves.