i'm listening to lana del rey's album rn so if i accidently type lyrics into this update pls dont judge lmao i joke
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I found myself tipping liquid after liquid down my throat, burning as it hits my lips. I was confused and had no idea what I was doing, but I liked the feeling. I began to wonder why I hadn't done this whole get drunk thing earlier in my life, it was great. I had no idea where Calum had gone, he had left me at the bar about an hour ago to go and get on with his job and had told me not to have too much fun. That would be impossible anyway, this wasn't fun - it was just satisying.
"Excuse me," I yell to the bartender, finding my entire body weight flop about as I do so, "Can I please get another drink,"
"I think you've had enough to drink," He tells me, swinging a towel over his shoulder as he gives me a glare of shame. I didn't care what he thought about me, he did not know me enough to judge me and my actions - my parents could do the honors of that later on.
"I think I've had enough of your irritating behaviour," I snap back at him, slurring my words, "Now please do your job and get me a drink,"
The bartender lets out a dark chuckle and shakes his head, "Don't make me call security,"
"I'll have a cola, please," I fake smile at him, handing him my glass. He rolls his eyes, muttering something abot drinking underage before waddling off. I lay my head on the bar counter, noticing a couple sat beside me. They sit sucking the faces off each other and it was disgusting. It's something Luke would do.
I sit up and flick my hair out of my face, not caring what state I'm in right now. I scoff out loud, getting the couple's attention and send them a rude look. They look up at me, looking all confused. They looked amazing together, both blond and they both had sparkling blue eyes. It made me sick.
"Excuse me, but you do know this is a public bar?" I inform them, my voice evidently drunken and pissed off, "But you know, don't mind me, why don't you just fuck her on the counter, we're all friends here, right?"
The girl gasps, covering her mouth with her hand, "Excuse me?"
I wasn't purposely trying to make them feel uncomfortable, but I had to take my anger out somewhere. Clearly the bartender wasn't allowing me to make him the victim. Sure, they were making out in a bar, but they looked like a sweet couple who would not hurt a fly. I wanted that. But no, I got stuck with Luke the twat.
"You know, I've risked so fucking much for that boy," I end up blurting out loud, shifting closer to the couple, as they glare at me half wondering what I'm on about and I'm thinking the same thing, "At first I was like, what the hell is this dude, get away from me! But now I'm like, why are you so pretty but such a- a bitch?"
The boy and girl continue to look at me with pure confusion, not saying a word. I didn't want them to speak though, I just wanted someone to listen since no one else would. I considered going to find Calum and tell him, but he would just go and tell Luke. Yes, all I needed was to drunkenly spill my thoughts to this wonderful couple and cry a little, then move on with my life.
"He took me camping, last weekend," I pout, thinking back to the memory as I continue to sulk, "Then his asshole friends had to fuck it all up,"
Without really knowing why, I burst into tears. I felt emotional and weak. I felt vulnerable and helpless, I hated it. I hated how Luke had used me and I hated how I had put so much on the line for nothing.
"I hate him!" I slam my fist on the counter, the couple still staring at me wide eyed, "But of course you two don't get that because you're too busy having a perfect life, with your perfect selves, sat at this dumb bar!"
