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Another Lie || CL16

"So he managed to track you down then," Pierre commented as he saddled up beside you while waiting for his drink.

"You sound as happy about the news as me." The regular bartender lined up four shot glasses and automatically filled them with tequila before you even had to ask. Almost immediately you slapped Pierre's hand away when he reached for one. "Get your own, I need these more than you."

The first shot burned your throat but the next three went down smoothly and Pierre shook his head as he watched on with a sigh. "I'll try to talk to him again, but not tonight."

You both turned to look for Charles and found him at the edge of the dance floor with his arm around a woman as she swayed her hips against him. Hurt stabbed your heart and anger burned your belly as Pierre gave you a look of pity before you turned away.

Waving a hand to get the bartender's attention, you leaned over and cupped your hand around your lips to whisper. "You got anything stronger behind the bar tonight?"

He winked and shouted to his coworker that he was taking a quick break before nodding his head to the staff only door. If Pierre had an opinion he kept it to himself and instead took his drink back to where his girlfriend was dancing.

"Thought you were going clean," he said as he pulled a small bag of powder from his bag.

You pulled some cash you had tucked in your bra before leaving your bag in Charles' car and handed it over. "Things change."

No one even noticed you weave your way through the club to the bathrooms and lock yourself in a stall. No one noticed how the strobe lights caught the tear that rolled down your cheek or how your fist that was wrapped around the bag trembled with rage.

You needed an escape and this was the only option you felt you had.

The white powder dusted the top of your hand as you sprinkled it in a line and you stared at it a moment before cursing Charles. You wanted to rid him from your thoughts but he was a worm burrowing his way deeper and the drug promised oblivion, if only for a while.

Your eyes watered as the powder shot up your nostril with a quick intake and you leaned back against the cold metal partition waiting for the coke to hit your system. All thought began to recede from your mind until what remained was just a body numb to emotion.

A lazy smile graced your face as you tucked the bag into your bra and left the bathroom to enjoy the high. The music now called to you and the lights came alive as you reached for them, your hands dancing above your head as your hips moved to the beat.

A pair of hands found their place on your waist and you didn't have to open your eyes to know who they belonged to. You would recognise him anywhere, from the rings that adorned each hand you placed yours over to his cologne that envelope you to the way he breathed across your skin before his lips followed.

"I thought I was going to have to come find you again," he spoke into your ear before kissing your neck. Your soft sigh was lost to the music but he seemed to sense it anyway and turned you in his arms.

There was no space left between your bodies as he held you close and your arms draped around his neck. "I hate that you can do that."

"Liar," he chuckled, the woody scent of whiskey on his breath. If was sober he would have noticed you were high the moment he looked you in the eyes. "You could've changed your password."

"You're right," you murmured as you unlocked your phone. "It's about time."

"Woah," he gasped as he swiped your phone out of your hand, his eyes widening when he saw the settings to Find My iPhone open. "Don't do that, I was joking."