Hopelessly Devoted To You

A few hours earlier

The Coyote Ugly. Once I got inside I was greeted almost as if I was a celebrity or something, but I didn't mind. I put on my best smile and made my way to the bar, I needed a drink and fast. I wasn't really thinking anymore. I needed the sudden pain I was feeling to just fade away and I was going to do it in a very Santana Lopez way, as known as getting very drunk and very high. I normally didn't use any hard drug, only weed. Well don't get me wrong, we all know I was never an angel, so I had tried them a few times, but I wasn't really into them, and yet that night I didn't care a single fuck. I just needed to black out my mind.

After I don't know how many drinks I found myself dancing on the top of the bar with some of my co-workers. Yeah, I wasn't working that night, but everyone knew I was the hottest bartender there and they always wanted to show me around. When I realized what was going on, I was only slightly surprised to find out that I had taken off my shirt and was dancing there only in my bra. Not that I hadn't done it before, but maybe this time I had drunk too fast.

Once I got back down behind the bar I grabbed one of the girls arm and leant in into her ear.

"Do you have something? I'm willing to pay" I didn't need to ask specifically for drugs, but she instantly knew what I wanted.

"This goes on me, don't worry" she answered winking at me as she took some pills from her pocket, offering me one. Ecstasy I guessed, I didn't even ask what it was, I just shoved it down with a shot of the first alcoholic beverage I could grab, which happened to be absinthe.

After that the night became a blur. Next thing I found myself conscious enough to realize I was doing was making out with a guy. Yes, a guy. But oh hell, I was drunk, I was high and I was horny. And I was gay, but I didn't really care that much about that fact. Next thing this random guy did was drag me into the bathroom, that was oddly quiet, and I didn't complain. My mind was blacking out every now and again so my memories were more like flashes. I remember snorting cocaine with the guy at the bathroom, and next thing I realized was that he was pounding his big hard cock inside me like there was no tomorrow.

How did I get myself into that situation? I had no fucking idea. Kids, don't do drugs.

After that my mind went completely black. Whatever I did I'd probably never remember. At some point of the night, or morning, or something I felt like if I was being carried somewhere but I couldn't be sure, I didn't even have enough strength to open my eyes and the sensation only lasted a few seconds before I blacked out again.