18+ Audience Intended.
Taylor Ash-Carlson.
She's 20 and just finished flight attendant school, thanks to her boyfriend she secures a job working for the largest airport in her city.
She's bright eyed and excited to start the next chapter of her life...
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You always realize how truly drunk you are when you're sitting on the toilet for some reason. Either that, or the walls of this stall are spinning or maybe I'm on a rotating toilet seat. Or you know...it's the alcohol.
Anyway, once I make my way out of the rest room I'm on a mission to find my friend, Lucy.
This club is full of people, when I attempt to make my way through the heaving crown I'm sandwiched between people as I try to push past.
I decide that it might be easier to spot her if I move away from the main dance area and walk along the perimeter of the crowd.
As I'm manoeuvring my way around the many dancing bodies. I suddenly feel my own body being pushed so abruptly that I fall back and stumble onto someone who was beside me. Whoever was standing beside me had quick reflexes because they managed to catch me from falling flat on my ass and prevent themself from losing balance due to the impact. Although mid-fall I still managed to twist my ankle somehow because when I try to put weight on my ankle it hurts like hell.
I feel large hands on my waist push my body upright and I glance to my left to see who the hell I fell onto- oh my fucking god.
Jesus.
No literally - this man looks like Jesus.
He's got long-ish brown hair, the best fucking bone structure I've ever seen and eyes, green eyes, that are threatening. I only notice all this because of how damn close I am to his face.
You have a boyfriend stop looking at him like that.
He must have realized I hurt my ankle because he only glances at me momentarily while keeping one arm around my body to keep me standing.
I'm hesitant to lean on this guy but before I can think to do anything he reaches his arm out directly in front of me to shoot a solid punch into the back shoulder of the guy that just shoved me. There are so many people standing around me right now this place is really packed. I've also just noticed his hands are covered in rings so that punch probably hurt more than it would have, had his fist been bare.
That guy who basically catapulted me didn't see me at all. He didn't even turn around.
"Watch where the fuck you're going, dipshit. " he beams with furrowed eyebrows and a menacing look.
That's some odd pronunciation, is that an English accent I hear?
The random man broadens his shoulders and begins to turn around making it look like he's about to fight whoever was speaking to him like that.
But when he's met with Jesus and his angry face, his demeanor shrinks immediately.
Not gonna lie he even looks a little bit scared.
Although he looks like he was going to say something, he scurries away out of the crowded area.
Long hair turns to me and looks quite concerned as he leans into my ear to ask. "Are you okay?"
