𝐺𝑢𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑜...

-𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝟤𝟨-

Bad night lol
Also tw: very cringe and like bad stuff w drugs
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"So yeah, that's basically what happened" I explained to Maya. She looked at me with wide eyes, "girlll you better get d-i-c-k tonight!" Maya basically squealed from the small story time I gave her.

I chuckled lightly and rubbed my neck. A stupid grin was on my lips and I felt happy. Like I was truly glad for my drunk choices for once.

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Barging loud music, flashing lights, thick smoke in the air and loud people. We were back in a club like the last two, wait no three times? Maybe two, I don't remember. We have been at the club for a bit now and I had a lot of fun. Maya and I had already danced and made out and been to the bathrooms to take pictures- it was basically a routine for us.

As I was about to get my 5th drink near the bar I felt someone come next to me. A guy, blond hair, maybe around 20 years old and with a thick Australian accent comes up to me with two of his friends. They smile warmly and introduce themselves as Dave, Mason and Vincent. Apparently they are doing a small break from college to travel. I must say, being surrounded by three tall men, all kind of handsome and buff, felt nice knowing Suna was probably somewhere in the crowd watching closely. I got lost in a conversation with them about travelling and how they should come visit me in my town. These guys were actually interesting and showed attentiveness back.

Dave told me that his phone was still at their table, so they led me through the crowd to their table near the stage. I was a bit oblivious, as you should never follow random guys, but these Australian men
had a warm heart and were joking around with each other like teens.
I sat down on one of the sofas and got comfortable. Mason and Vincent sat on either side of me while Dave was looking around for his phone. The table was a mess, full of empty glasses and empty zip loc bags- which were probably filled with all kinds of substances at the start of their night. I noticed Mason grabbing something from his pocket next to me. He pulled out a small package of some kinds of round, colourful pills. I already knew they had to be something along the lines of molly. A cold sweat ran down my back when I suddenly realised what situation I was in. They were definitely going to offer.

The comfortable atmosphere that I was just in changed drastically as soon as I observed Mason take one of the pulls out, placing it on the table in front of me and putting the small package away again. I look up at Dave, who had his phone in his hand. I thought he was going to try to give me his number, but instead he took out a card from his phone case. Yup, now I definitely know what is going to happen.

I hesitantly looked around, then to the pill in front of me which is now suddenly crushed into dust, and then to Dave.
"I don't take pi-"
"Take the fucking pill whore. Stop playing."
It felt like the room got louder and my ears started to hurt. What the fuck? My throat closed up and my mouth was dry. I look over at Vincent, who had a deadpanned look on his face and tapped something on his lap- a handgun to be exact. Man what the fuck, why do I always get into these situations.

My leg started to twitch as I felt a hand travel up my back to my scalp. I heard Mason's accented voice next to me, "stop being a pussy, sniff the pill already slut."
Yeah, fuck no. I'm not taking a step back from my wonderful journey of recovery. I abruptly stand up, but the hand in my hair tightened and pulled me down onto his lap. A voice was near my ear, "we tell you when you can leave."

I roll my eyes at the cheesiness. Why are they acting like this is some gang shit. The fuck am I supposed to do now? I looked up at Dave, who gave me one of the cringiest most ugly smirks i've ever seen. I avert my eyes. Oh fuck, y/n don't look at Dave's face, don't look at Dave's face, don't look at Dave's face. Don't laugh, don't laugh. Pleaseeee don't laughhh.