The heavy smell of alcohol roamed the air and sweaty bodies swayed throughout the dance floor. Men's eyes traveled up women's Body con dresses . They chugged down any types of alcohol they could find, hoping to wash away all the pain and agony their life.
Women drunkenly grind against their partners, or anyone for the matter since they also have erased their knowledge with the power of alcohol. The music's deep base pounds throughout my head and neon lights are blinding, yet intruding at the same time. I look around me for any sight of Jesse's lustrous blue hair but I find it hard to see even half way through the thick crowd of depressed adults.
I sigh and manage to shove around the perimeter of the club to my usual seat at the bar, having to push past a couple who were basically raping each other against the wall in plain sight. Freddie, the bartender is tossing around shots and mixing drinks like usual when I sit down.
"Sup Ken?" He says or more like shouts in order for me to hear him over the music.
Freddie originates from Detroit. He has light brown hair messily thrown all over his head and deep blue eyes that change color from time to time. I'd be lying if I said he wasn't attractive but I think of him as more of a brother than anything. Like he says, homies for life.
"The usual." I shrugged and he slid down my usual drink of a "Day Fay Martini" with extra vodka.
"So.....Horrible? That mama of yours still up your ass about ery'thing?" He says and I only laugh at his American urban accent.
"Like always." I smile and chug down my drink, tired of talking about my shitty family.
Before I know it I have had over 5 drinks....wait 7. No....8? Who gives a fuck. My vision begins to get blurry and I just feel light on my feet.
"You better kill it on the drinks Kennedy. You still gotta drag yo ass home and don't think I'm gonna cover for ya this time." He suggests and I only laugh.
And laugh.
And laugh.
He shakes his head at me as I clutch my stomach, liking the way the alcohol is giving me this sense of freedom and joy. I grab another martini and make my way to the dance floor, immediately grinding on a random guy who looks my age.
He snakes his hands around my hips and shoves me backwards into his crotch as I dance, making me slightly spill a bit of my drink but I don't care. I laugh harder and run my hands through his ragged hair as he harshly bites and sucks on my neck. I end up dropping my glass, resulting in it shattering into pieces but no one dares to stop their fun.
Soon enough, we end up in one of the stalls in the girl's bathroom, our clothes flying everywhere and the small space restraining us. He looks older than me but can't be more than a couple of years just telling by the way he looks. He has jet black hair styled into a quiff with a blonde streak, dark brown eyes and is very perfectly tanned.
Our moans are sure to be heard from outside of the bathroom and he holds me steady against the stall's wall as he pounds into me. His mouth has a mixture of the bitter alcohol and cigarettes, but with the distinct taste of mint. I let out a slight scream as I come undone around his plastic barrier and he bites harshly on my neck with a loud grunt.
I am dropped to the floor onto my feet and lean against his toned chest as we both try and catch our breaths. I spot a tattoo sleeve up his right arm with various drawings and creations along them. We don't speak as we redress and he helps me unto my lingerie and heels after.
"Zayn." He suddenly speaks in a british accent once we're out of the stall and fixing ourselves in the bathroom mirrors.
"Kennedy." I side smile back and he nods faintly before pulling out a slip of paper from his blazer pocket.
"Well then. If you ever need any company, just ring and i'll be there. Kennedy." He lowly whispers and tucks the paper into my bra cup, winking and pinching my ass before strutting out of the bathroom.
I'd be lying if I said that wasn't sexy.
By now the alcohol in my system hasn't completely worn off, but I'm sober enough to think, walk, and see straight. And that's all I need to be greatful for right now. I'm glad Zayn came around and actually pleased me other than the other guys who can't last a full minute. Sex has always been my stress reliver when I need it but I know I will always have to go back to what was causing the stress in the first place so you have to treasure it when you have it.
I check my phone to see it is already 2am and hopefully my mother hasn't done her midnight check up on me like she used to do when I was a kid. I know I'm used to sneaking out by now and knows that she takes a sleeping pill before she goes to bed but you never know when those might wear off. One night it did and I almost got caught but thank god for Jesse and Freddie who covered up for me and lied to say that I was sleeping over at Jess's. Where would I be without besties eh?
I walk out and find Jesse sitting at a table making out with some random curly headed dude. I walk over and nonchalantly tap her shoulder. Her firey blue hair whips in all directions as she turns to face me, smacking the guy in the head.
"Hey Keeeeeennneedddy! I've been looking for you eeeeeeeeevvvveryyyyy wheeeeree!" She slurrs and I know she's drunk.
"Listen Jess, I'm going-"
"Waaaaaaiiittt! Haaave you m-met mmyyyy boyfriend Heeeeenry?" She giggles while stumbling over her words and pokes the guy's cheeks which are implanted with dimples.
"Harry." He politely corrects her and I kind of feel bad for him.
Jesse and I have been friends since elementary school and are definatly not the boyfriend type. We have what is called one night stands and every relationship we get into ends with us walking away or just completely giving up. Sex is all we intend on doing so I just hope she lets this one down easy.
"Well, nice to meet you Hen-Harry. Jess I'm heading home. You coming?" I ask and she just crashes her lips onto the guy's lips again. He pushes lightly on her chest and looks back at me as she begins to kiss along his jaw line, down to his neck.
"I'll take her home." He assures and I nod, trusting this guy why? I'm half drunk and I don't give a fuck.
I walk out of the club and whistle for a taxi on the busy Vegas streets. One skids to the curb and I hop in, telling the man my address. I take off my heels and lay across the backseat, closing my eyes from the car's relaxing vibrations.
"Miss we're here." The man's voice snaps me from passing out in the car right then and there and I groan and sit up, looking around to see that I am indeed a block away from my house.
"Oh...Yeah thanks." I mumble and throw the money at him, stumbling out of the car.
The taxi tired make a loud screeching noise against the cement as I approach my large dominant mansion-like house. The reason I had the man stop a block away is obvious because I don't want my mother nor sister to get suspicious if a cab rolls up in front of the house at 3am.
I sneak through the back gate and duck under the large living room window where Ella, our maid is still cleaning this afternoon's meetting's mess. Once I reach the far side of the house, I grab the ladder that is hidden in the bushes and prop it along side the wall to my balcony.
I bite the strap of my heels as they hang from my mouth and climb as steady as I can up the three story journey to the third floor. Due to my drunken state, I almost fall off the ladder a couple of times but manage to make it to my balcony without dying.
I knock the ladder off of the railing and it tumbles back into the bushes without making a sound. I sigh and open the balcony doors, closing them behind me and pulling the curtains shut. I stripped from my dress and just threw on a pair of new underwear and a really big t-shirt that came below my thighs, which I keep a couple of since their really good to sleep in.
I skipped on a shower and hid my dress and heels in the back of my closet in a large treasure trunk where my other dresses and such were so that my mother or sister won't find them. I tied my brunette waves in a ponytail and plopped onto my bed, instantly falling asleep and hoping that tomorrow I will wake up in another world where it's just me.
But I know that could never happen.
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