Dawn of Love (Z.M.)

Chapter 1. Waisted.

Track for the chapter-

Loving you tonight (Andrew Allen)

Katie's POV.

"One more!", I called out loud to the bartender on the other side of the counter, who seems to be attending a group of bitches.

I've actually lost count of how many glasses of alcohol I have gulped down- not that I actually care about it. It's the same shitty thing everyday, get out of home at eight in the evening, telling Mom I'm going out for work, since she supposedly thinks I'm posted on night shifts.

Haha, how very well I'm fooling my own mother.

"Are you fucking deaf?", I shouted at the top of my voice to the man again, seeing he wasn't paying attention to me.

He snapped his head to look at me, and I glared at him.

He shaked his head and walked up to me.

"Do your fucking job properly. Get me one more.", I snarled.

I know I'm not thinking straight, and I know this man clearly knows me very well, being a regular customer of this bar.

He nods and turns around to get my drink.

I sway from left to right, right to left, left to right.

I push my hair out of my eyes, and relax on my seat.

I'm on the verge of loosing control.

It's not that bad though. Drinking, getting wasted, and then being hit upon some random guy. If no one hits on me, I go hit on some hot guy, and end up in his bed.

That's my living. Where my Mom thinks I'm working in Steven Software Technologies, having night shifts, here I am every evening. Drinking till a guy comes to me, and asks me for sex.

I agree. I don't why I do that, but I do agree.

I guess I've got used to it now.

I've got used to live a life as shit as this.

 "Here.", the bartender pushes my glass of drink in front of me.

"Thanks.", I stare at him flirtatiously.

He shakes his head and turns to attend other customers.

I bring the glass to my lips, and gulp down a large amount.

My throat burns from the excess alcohol I've had this evening.

I've been doing this for a long time, almost two to three months. But my throat has not yet got used to this burn.

"Hey beautiful lady.", I hear a deep throaty whisper in my ear.

I pull back a bit and look up to the source of the words.

A young guy, maybe in his twenties, is standing next to me, smirking.

I smirk at him, and slide my hand over his, that is resting on my knee.

"Hey.", I whisper.

"Can I buy you a drink? Or you want to get straight to the point?", he says, eyeing me from top to bottom, and gently moving his hand up and down my thigh.

"The latter.", I whisper and stand up from my chair, making him loose contact with me.

He smirks at me, and I bring up my hand to tug at the hem of his shirt.

Within a second, he presses his lips against mine, with the emotion I'm used to getting from people, lust.

He brings his hand to my waist, and gently slids it under my tank top.