Alcohol in the club

Now what should I freaking wear?

After three hours of contemplating, I ended up grimly facing my closet. I raked all the available clothes and sorted what to have after a few more minutes.

I decided to just pick a simple fitted black dress. This is one of those few dresses I am able to bring here because most of the clothes I've brought are for my expected fights or missions.

I knocked on the door once. If they won't open it on my first knock or if ever they have driven away, I would definitely just stay in my room tonight, under my sheets.

My eyes rolled at my appearance.

In the first place, this wasn't on my plan.

5...6...7...

I thought I would just be cozy in my room, but bad news, because Rex came and opened the door wide for me.

"Faster," I stated before I menacingly pulled the knob off his hold to close the door again when he is about to smile brightly on my face.

Not even five minutes passed when Vien opened the door wider, before merrily clinging to me. I truly wasn't ready for these kinds of touches. Really.

Since I am facing the door, and the door is carelessly opened once again, I watched how Rex's biceps curved effortlessly as he wore his polo on.

Tell me about a careless teenager and an i-am-confident-with-my-body-so-i-do-not-care-who-will-be-seeing-what-man tandem.

I gave him an expressionless face when he caught my eyes on his body. I've seen so many topless men, don't go scandalous with me now.

For a change, we exited the center through Rex's window. We jumped out of it. Vien, rided with Rex, while I insisted to go with my vehicle.

Turns out that the pretty car I almost bump the first night is Rex's.

I shouldn't have stopped that night.

The gate is wide open and I observed it always is. Like they have no plan to close it from whoever that wants to challenge those who are living inside. They are that proud. Confident.

I beep once before speeding up, overtaking his sports car. My phone vibrated in my pocket. Rex texted the location of the club we will be 'celebrating' at. I am familiar with that one.

I've seen people stumble, puke, and lose their senses outside. I parked my motorcycle at the back of the club and entered through the exit. I entered the popular club, not waiting for the two anymore. They can immediately spot me anyway. They are always sticking their nose on my business.

I just want to inspect something out. And I saw him at a far table, isolated despite the obvious crowd.

I directed to his table, on a different sofa. He didn't lift his head at me but we both know he is aware of my presence.

"Sightseeing?" I asked.

He lightly titled his head.

I caught him lazily playing the alcohol with his right hand, with his long fingers seemingly claiming all of the glass.

"Asked permission?" he tossed me back a question.

I raise a brow, puzzled at that. Do mafia puppets even need to ask permission if they are booty-called?

"Sneaked at the famous guard," I answered shortly.

I caught a hint of grin flashed his lips before it got covered when he drank his drink. His bit long hair automatically dropped to cover his dim emerald green eyes when he bowed a bit.

It was like he is mocking something. Or someone.

"You should have," he pointed before he drank more.

Why is he pressing on that? The man didn't even bother asking me if I wanted to take a shot with him.

Aesha, you won't anyway.

I roamed my eyes on the crowd and immediately saw the scandalous woman looking at us. She is with her group. I feel like she is misinterpreting us again for being together, but I won't explain anything to her small brain.

I boredly tore my watch on them when she started her glaring session once again.

Not because I am threatened but because I feel tired reading her through her emotions.

Easy target as I say.

I also wonder when will her eyeballs be poked out?

It has only been minutes of me sitting here, when I saw Rex and Vien, entering the club. As expected, they immediately saw and walked to us.

"Hi, loverboy," Vien approached and seated on the other sofa.

Deither ignored her, continuously wandering his eyes on a specific spot.

Rex seated beside me and I ignored him too, looking at the design and structure of the place again.

They changed the theme and placements of things in this club. The last time I visited here, it is on the modern side, now it is more on the colorful party-themed design with bubbles and all that. Probably to suit an event.

I busied myself, watching the scenery in front of me. If I was a simple teenage girl, I know I won't do these and that. Drinking alcohol, dancing with strangers, and laughing out loud with my friends are so out of my dreams before.

This looks so out of my character during my childhood years. I am reminded of how I wanted to be at school, busy with books, happy with simple things, making friends with my schoolmates, rescuing distressed animals on the road. Those are definitely not the nightlife and alcohol.

Besides, why would I love alcohol when alcohol don't like me in the first place?

Aside from not having a warm character, I also suck on drinking.

Neat and prim huh?

Look at me now, dirty and brash. Living with wrath. Blood.

I leaned my back on the sofa because I decided to just sleep in here, but an arm is there so I grabbed and swinged it back on its owner.

I faced Rex, giving him a warning expression. He just simply rolled his other shoulder and didn't return his arm back again.

I rested my body and closed my eyes, not amused by where I am. I can hear their blabberings and all. Them calling my attention, Rex greeting Vien a happy birthday, the people in the club shouting and celebrating, before I finally disconnected myself out of this crowded place.

In easier words, I slept in a bar.

Not until someone louder than Vien opened her mouth.

I opened my eyes and saw that someone is added to the table.

This blonde scandalous girl always ruins my peace.

I rose in my seat and found them watching me. All eyes on me.

"Wow! The sleeping beauty is already awake!" the girl exclaimed, literally shouting out loud.

I witnessed how Deither sighed at her 'audible' announcement, making other people turn their heads on us more.

Someone that would stress him more than the fights... he definitely found one.

I effortlessly ignored her. Can't she just talk at a normal volume? Or is it her normal?

Surprisingly, she is not that aggressive enough to sit beside Deither, but she is also so close with Rex.

What is going on with her mind again that she decided to execute this nonsense and obvious plan?

It is evident that she is trying to get a reaction from Deither with the way she moves. Her short dress is even showing more than she should show. And the way her eyes fall to Deither every successful try makes my head ache.

This is crazy.

I saw her accidentally drop her glass when she is about to pour more alcohol. She is drunk. Her face is flushed and her eyes are not focusing on a single thing. I lifted a brow looking at the phone in between her thighs which is currently vibrating because of a call. Groggy, she bent down to reach her fallen purse and I watch how her boob laid flat on Rex's legs. This time, I am aware that it is purely unintentional and just accidental but someone isn't happy about it.

Deither immediately stood on his seat and walk out silently. My eyes followed him and saw girls worshipping him as he walks through them, snobbish.

That scene was witnessed by the girl with us and she immediately looked critical when she saw a girl, trying to grab Deither by the neck.

Immediately, Deither effortlessly shoved the hand away, almost making the woman tumble on the floor. He continued walking alone until we cannot see him anymore.

The girl with us marched fast, probably to start a fight with the woman on the dance floor. I am quite amused watching her go red, very persistent on her goal.

But I strided fast when she is about to pull the woman's hair, all out.

So scandalous, really.

"Use your head, not your boobs," I firmly stated, towering over her. Suddenly showing up in front of her.

"Your brain is on a higher level for a purpose. Do you think you can win his attention by pulling out someone's hair? Your drunk, go home"

I then held her on the wrist tight, to stop her from starting a fight. Her anger heightened more, seeing me and hearing my words. She did her best to remove my hold on her but I didn't allow her. She is so fond of catfights. What good would it bring really?

A long streak of blood lined my arm because of her relentless nails.

"You're nosy. Are we friends?" she sarcastically spat back at me.

"No, but I use my brain." I abruptly spat back.

All of a sudden, she stopped fighting back because of an unknown reason. But she is still morbidly glaring at me.

I remove my hold on her and turned my back as soon as I sense calmness in her breathing.

Whether she'll continue it or not, it is definitely up to her, I will not meddle this time. I'll let her deal with the results of her actions. She is already old.

I reached our table without anyone shouting because of a fight. I didn't lend any effort to look back on where she is.

I meet Vien's beaming smile. Rex is definitely out there dancing in the crowd.

This kid obviously took too much alcohol tonight, we have to go.

"You found a new friend?" she asked me, after drinking another shot.

I lost count of how many bottles they've already finished. Even this kid here manages to finish up lots of bottles, exceeding my tolerance.

"I got no time for friends," I insisted, but instead of being disappointed, her lips extended for a short laugh.

"You always tend to shoo people away from you," she said and I saw how her eyes move improperly. She is drunk. And I don't like how she is getting more talkative.

"Truth is you need it, wanted it. but you…,"

She dropped her back immensely on the sofa. With her eyes threatening to close. I thought she is already asleep because of the passing silent minutes but,

She is still up. She shook her head lightly before uttering,

"you are just too scared to be left behind alone again. you are coward tp feel a deja vu"

I froze. For a few more minutes I got stunned.

My eyes frantically moved around. In fear that someone might have heard it although I am sure no one could.

I am not fine on how she talks about my turmoils like she knows me that much. We barely know each other so she has no right to speak for me. But I also can't deny that fact now. I know that, but hearing it from someone, out loud, made me…feel pathetic.

I do not want to be pitied by anyone, not even her. I don't like how she'd always hit a spot.

I darted my focus at her again. I stared at her, serious. She looked so wasted lying on the couch, peacefully drowned in her sleep, after those words of her.

My eyes flew to Vien's unfinished shot. I grabbed it and drank it all at once. The heat and bitterness traveled on my throat. I got reminded of why I do not really love drinking alcohol.

I looked around to look for Rex but I couldn't find him. I obviously couldn't leave a kid in a club. And my motorcycle isn't that ideal for a drunk girl.

I poured another into the glass and drank it again, wishing it would turn sweet. Hoping to see what people find addicting on it, but it is still the same bitter taste.

Is my taste in things also not normal?

Why am I not loving it?

I got lost. And the next thing I knew I am trying to pull Vien out of the couch to move with the crowd too. To experience something different, but the kid won't wake up.

KJ.

Dancing... before, washes my dull moments away. Mom said I dance well too. My dad would always clap on his seat during my performances in or out of the house.

I close my eyes, feeling the heaviness of the world. I sat beside her because I couldn't control my vision anymore. I tried not to blink multiple times, but I keep failing.

This is not getting me any good. Why on the earth will I join the crowd earlier?

Damn. I got tricked by the alcohol.

I suddenly feel like heating up.

I am about to spread my legs but a hand flew to it, stopping me.

I opened my eyes, and saw deep black orbs exclusively focused on me. I closed my eyes again.

I swear I wouldn't drink again.

There will be no next time.

I carelessly threw my back on the couch and kicked something that blocks my knees from moving.

But my feet hit a hard thing. I rose to my position to see what it is, but instead of something, I saw someone.

Remus is here again...

What's up asshole?