Sweet Creature

One

Emily

The club was overly crowded, music so loud you could barely make out anything anybody said to you. But it was a Saturday night, it was expected.

I took a swig of the tall glass in front of me, scanning the room in curiosity, giggling at the sight of some of  the crowds attempt to dance. "you sure you don't want something a little stronger love?" I switched my gaze to the scruffy middle-aged bartender and gave him a half smile, "I'm fine, not really a big drinker" I mustered loud enough to be heard over the music and chatter, bowing his head in a polite nod he then turned to an older couple a few seats down.

I had no clue why I'd decided to come here on my night out, maybe it was in hopes I'd be able to let lose like the other girls on the dance floor, their small sweaty bodies rubbing up against everyone and anyone they could. I chuckled to myself at the thought of me doing something like that, it had been three years since I'd let lose, and it had ended up in me falling pregnant at 19. I'd learnt the hard way.

My thoughts were interrupted by a tall, handsome, curly haired guy sitting on a stall nearby, and a petite blonde girl dressed in one of the skimpiest dresses I'd ever seen following suit.
The girl was in her mid thirties, her blonde hair very obviously split at the ends, and her makeup so thick it almost looked as though she'd dipped her face in paint. Her dress was overly tight, exposing her very round and fake looking breasts, a small purse dangling from a dainty silver chain that was slung over her shoulder.
The guy on the other hand was different, looking to be in his early twenties. His hair looked soft and well taken care of, his face clean shaven, and eyes sparkling. He wore a black top, tight black skinny jeans, and a small silver chain necklace swayed lose around his neck.
The lad was obviously drunk, his movements were slow and voice slurred, the girl on the other hand seemed almost sober, her high pitched winey voice being all I could hear despite the booming music only meters away.
"Why don't we have another drink Harry? Yeah? On you of course though" she smirked, rubbing herself up on him, I shuddered eyeing them up discretely. "I-" the guy stopped hiccuping cutely before continuing "really shouldn't" he finished, voice deep and slow as he tried to steady himself on his seat. Her face turned cold as the words left his plump pink lips, "one more won't hurt" she spat, hastily calling over the bar tender, I gazed up at the up at him and he raised a eyebrow at me before heading over to her, he had been watching them too.

A few minutes passed and the bar tender, who's name I still hadn't caught came back. "She's a feisty one" he chuckled to me, "just a tad" I smirked back swigging down the rest of the coke in my glass. "Thank you.." I trailed off pushing the glass in front of me, "Jacob" the bar tender smiled taking it and turning around to the next lot of people who'd stumbled over.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and checked the time 11:23pm , sighing I stuffed it back in my pocket and turned once more to gaze at the odd couple I'd been watching a few moments earlier that sat a few seats down.
My eyebrows furrowed together as I watched the blonde climb onto his lap, latching her small lip gloss covered lips to his, in attempt to distract him from whatever she was doing to his drink behind her back. My jaw dropped, there was no way I was seeing what I was seeing.
Frozen in shock I watched as she climbed off him and slid the tall glass towards the guy who chugged it down without hesitation, wiping his mouth on his sleeve afterwards. The blonde smirked in accomplishment before whispering something in his ear, then sauntering in the direction of the bathroom. I managed to snap out of my shocked state and headed towards the guy who's shoulders were now hunched, head and arms sprawled over the bar, curls wild.
"Uh, hello?" I poked him gently, no response.
"Hey, sit up", I shook him gently causing a small groan to fall from his lips as he lifted his head, "I-I don't feeltowell" he slurred, eyes slightly rolling back and head falling forward. "Shit" I mumbled watching as the bathroom door swung open from the other side of the bar, "come on we're going" I mumbled managing to swing one of the guys heavy, tattoo covered arms over my shoulder and pull him up.
The guy was double my size, which made getting him out the bar incredibly harder then I'd first thought. We finally reached the front door of the club, the guy had managed to somehow rest his head on my shoulder despite the height difference and was humming some unknown song into my ear.
"Come on, we need to get out of here" I groaned, turning back to make sure the small blonde was nowhere near us, "my-my names Haaaareeehhh" the guy mumbled as I dragged him out the bar, smiling thankfully as one of the security opened the door for me. "Alright then, Harry, you need to try and walk a bit better" I laughed groaning, the weight of him getting increasingly heavier as he dozed in and out of consciousness, "come on were almost there Harry" I encouraged gazing at my black Ford Fiesta that was only a few meters in front of us.
"HEY! Bring him back" the annoying high pitched screech was all the encouragement I needed to drag him to my car and somehow get him into the back seat.
I hastily shut the door and clicked the lock button on my key, turning around, "where the hell do you think your taking him" the blonde spat looking me up and down, disgust written all over her caked face. "Don't you dare fucking act innocent" I hissed back at her, "I know what you did to his drink and the club has video cameras too if you didn't notice" I growled pushing her back from me. Her face paled at my words and she scampered her way back toward the bar cursing under her breath angrily. "Bitch" I mumbled, unlocking my car and climbing into the front seat.
I peered into my mirror at the unconscious stranger, what the hell had I just done?