The succubus who was an incubus

Succubus/The girl with the makeup on his face

I snort, I huff, I exhale, I repeat until it's gone and only a few more white speckles lie on the top of the hand dryer, thank God no one had needed to use the restroom as I stuff the plastic baggie back into my jean-pocket before somewhat quickly walking back into the thriving party, not paying any time to check the mirror for any evidence, I'm not bleeding, what else would matter?

Some minutes pass and I'm beginning to feel the rush of my powder as I sit alone at a table, enjoying the feeling the cushions leave on my back as the music gracefully lends its sound to my ears, I listen in to an occasional conversation or two, not being able to help my own personal curiosity as I wonder what the occasional gossip is about, though the loud music and multiple conversations make it difficult to make out a particular conversation, though a lot of people are already hammered off of something, someone is trying to sell something and I think there's a guy who's girlfriend doesn't know he's here. A barmaid comes and offers me something to drink, politely I ask for a screwdriver as she nods and looks at my nose for a second longer before smiling slightly to herself and walking off, I sit back in my previous position, however, this time holding my head up with my hand over my propped-up elbow, gazing unknowingly in the distance as I listen around to Sage The Gemini echoing throughout the club, bouncing off of the walls and the countless amounts of people as I move back into conversations I have no business listening to.

However, after a minute or two of this, a girl I was unintentionally gazing directly at smirks, scoffs at the person she had been sharing a drink with, and struts herself in my direction, keeping her nearly evil, yet equally, as seductive smirk as she approached, immediately I was caught by her attire, a skirt above her knees and tight shorts going just under the end of the skirt, making it easy to reveal her fishnets if it weren't already as it rose above her belly button underneath her black crop top so skin tight you could see just how flat chested she was with ease, despite this, she still looked irresistible, sporting an equally as dark jacket over it. She was tan but seemed even darker with the black lipstick and thick eyeliner on her face, I'm never usually one for the artificial attraction mess that makeup gives, but her heart-shaped pendant on her choker and smooth-looking foundation made me a sucker already as I correct my posture and pose curiously at her interest in me as her heels click louder against the floor before she sat across from me at my table, placing the top of her hand against her cheek as she held herself up with the elbow on the table.

"Hey boy." She said with an immediate interest as her teeth showed themselves slightly as she  smirked afterward, her voice was deeper than thought at first looks but perhaps it was hard to hear clearly over the sound of the party around me, her expression alone however was enough to nearly make me fall in my seat, "Saw ya looking over at me and I noticed you were kinda cute, I also saw that..." She took her pinky finger and lied it gently underneath my nostril before scooping up something white with her clearly acrylic nails and inhaling it herself, the white powder over her midnight-black nails contrasting themselves beautifully as the moon in the sky, the remaining powder lying under having been unbeknownst to me until now where no more had remained, "...You and I have somethin' in common." She said with a smile as I attempt to not look too shocked about the cocaine left underneath my nose, nor her willingness to participate in my same activities.

I attempt to play it cool as if I was looking at her on purpose, "Cute recognizes cuter, don't you know?" I chuckle, "Of course I was looking at you." As I finish my sentence, my screwdriver comes much quicker than anticipated, and before I could even offer her a sip of it, she was already a step ahead of me, sipping twice down and closing her eyes to intake the flavor of the orange within it, "Vodka. Nice, ya seemed like you'd like somethin' tough like that with how ya look." She said with a half-lidded gaze in my direction while I drank as she spoke, "Anotha' boy liking vodka and coke...now that's what I can call a sexy man!" She exclaimed with a sudden burst of energy as she sat straight on her seat. The guy she had been previously talking to who had been listening to us talk had scoffed as he shook his head and walked off as she leaned in further, "That's weak shit though, if you wanna handle somethin' better, I know where the private rooms are, the staff know me, I don't gotta pay extra for 'em."