Not A Happenstance » Alex Turner [On HOLD]

2013: A girl behind the mask.

[A/N a perfect song for a chapter on the media :3 ]

I watched how bartender poured another line of shots, glowing at me with a sky blue charm, seducing me to get drunk once more. Some horribly white bleached, not so twenty-year like lady wrapped her hand around my shoulder, whispering a question. Wanna dance? She asks, but I only know that I need to shake my head, and I do so. Matt drifts away from my eyesight, with a girl by his hand, his cat face mask left on a table. I fix mine, a crow's beak reflecting strobe lights surrounding me. A shot rolls down my throat, leaving a burning trail on my tissue.

I let my hips slowly to the rhythm, when I see that I am not the only one tracking this masquerade with my look. Her hands getting above her head, swinging her body so easily, I lost the course of the way my body moved. Now, she was looking at me, smirking behind that tiger face, fixing her dark waved hair.

"Will you take me for a dance?" She mouths at me.

"I'm not much of a dancer." I laugh off. 

"I bet you are a lot of a liar, then." She grasps my hand, winding around her body, dragging me in between the mass of people. 

When she giggles by my shoulder, I can scent the alcohol, but I don't mind it. How could I, when I am sure I don't smell any better.

"What's behind that mask?" Her voice is deep, a bit strangely deep as for a woman. "I have this feeling I've seen you before."

"Nothing you wouldn't like to see next to you in the morning." You couldn't find a shade of modesty in my voice with this line. 

"Oh, I think I know who you are." She whispers, when her lips are so close to my neck, I should feel uncomfortable. The thing she said sounded genuinely funny, because I was more than sure, I haven't seen this girl before. And I knew, that I won't see her again after this night. Except, if everything won't go with my scenery. I could feel, she wasn't walking step by step with it, when her finger, pushed my mask up, making our lips collide.

"Aren't you brave?" I mumble backing off, wrapping my hands around her from the back, swinging side by side to the song. 

"Aren't you a certified A class babe, Turner?" She laughs off from her knowledge, and I don't even bother myself to ask her how she knows. 

I have this bad habit for one night stands lately. I can't say I am sorry, because there was nothing to be sorry about. Tonight, she felt like a perfect shot, when I turned her face to face, taking her mask off, letting my lips go around her mouth, until she breathes like she begs for a kiss. Another bad habit with no sorrows; I am just in love with teasing. 

"You know I wish I had it all." She looks at me like she could see me through, pulling her mask back on. I watch her turn around, moving her hips to the bar, grasping someone's shot just from under his nose, taking it in one sip. I didn't know if she wanted to impress me, or she was just a wild child all along, but I knew, that there was something about her I wanted to get to know, or just to feel in a bit naughty ways. 

I don't care about finding the guys anymore, I am not looking for Matt or Nick around the club, just let myself wade through the crowd, grabbing her waist again.

"What the fuck? " Is the next thing I hear in a squeaky voice that makes me flinch. I look back at her, and only now I see the mistake I did. This girl isn't wearing a tiger mask, it's a fucking zebra. 

"Oh fuck me." I sigh, clasping my hands aside, like telling that I didn't mean to grab her. "Wrong person."

"Alex?" She screams again, taking off that zebra face. All I can see is the flaming hair escaping from a bun and rolling down her shoulders."Taken For A Fool, again." 

It takes me a moment to say, but when it finally leaves my mouth it sounds so surreal. "Amber."