"Nothing makes us as lonely as our secrets," he spoke menacingly as he took another step forward, forcing me to back up against the wall. "I don't think you know what you've gotten yourself into sweetheart."
If my heart were to beat any harder in t...
—— Like the moon shining bright Up high with all its grace, I can only show you at night And hide half of my face.
- Ana Claudia Antunes, Pierrot & Columbine ——
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The moment I walked into that club that night I knew I was fucked. From the blaring music, the flashing lights, the sweaty bodies dancing, grinding, lusting for each other— I knew I was fucked.
While this was a nightclub I frequented fairly often as of recently, tonight felt different. I'd usually find someone here to make me forget about the life I was living in the daylight, whether they'd take me home or take me in the bathroom— I'd almost always find someone.
As I made my way towards the bar that night I felt eyes burning into me like no one's eyes ever had before. I'd push through the crowd of bodies, careful to avoid eye contact with most of the people here, my eyes on the prize ahead of me— the same eyes that were already locked onto mine, the key is thrown away.
The new bartender, a face now familiar to me as of just this week. Blonde hair slicked back with just a strand hanging loosely down his forehead. A black, satin shirt, unbuttoned just enough to see his chest peeking through.
Slamming my hands down against the smooth, glazed oak of the bar I stared up at him. My vision was cloudy from the multitude of drinks I had already consumed that night, but I still found myself eager for more.
"One double shot vodka soda on the rocks please," I slurred, barely managing to get the words out of my mouth in a way that was understandable as the music boomed, shaking the glasses that sat above the back wall, perfectly lined up on a shelf. I reached for my pocket, flashing him the wad of cash I had that was now in my hand all crumbled up.
He smirked, turning around to make the drink as quickly as he possibly could as others lined the bar next to me. I was lucky to get over here when I did, most people were out on the dance floor, so I was taking my chance at not having to wait twenty minutes just to get one shitty drink.
I slid the cash across the bar to him simultaneously as he handed me my drink, not even caring enough to count out how much I was giving him.
"Keep the change," I said sternly, but almost uncertain of the words leaving my mouth.
Every sense I had was heightened. The lights, although at their usual brightness seemed almost blinding as they flashed red, then white, then red, then white again. A discomforting strobe effect lit up the room around me time and time again.
