Natalie wasn’t sure when she had lost Colin on the night out, they had stayed together for a while but she was sure she had gone to get a drink and when she came back he was gone. Although this was her, she was a girl, she knew the best way to make her new best friend was by heading to the toilets. Every place was exactly the same, someone would compliment you on what you were wearing, her hair or makeup and then all of a sudden you’ve found a girl who you’ll spend the rest of the night with. Heading to the toilets, she stumbled a few times, her ankle boots not seeming like the best idea after she had downed several shots of different spirits as well as mixers. That didn’t include the two glasses of wine she had drank before she left the house. Once she walked into them, it was quieter than she was expecting, so she picked a cubicle and put down the seat. Pulling out the small bag from the zip in her purse, she put a small mound of coke on her the back of her hand before bringing it up to her nose. Might as well make her idea of making friends with a stranger a little easier.
The rush to her head was instant and it took a few seconds for her to catch her breath. Wiping the back of her hand down with a piece of toilet roll, she flushed the toilet and washed her hands. Luckily, she was at the stage of the night where most people couldn’t walk so the fact she kept stumbling didn’t raise too many eyebrows. Just as she was walking out of the toilet she had a some what familiar voice shouting her name. Looking around for a few seconds, the task a lot harder since the room seemed to be pulsing around her. That was until she found a mop of red hair and the face suddenly came to her. “Flo!” She yelled, making her way towards the other woman as securely as she could. “What are you doing here?” She asked but ended the sentence with a giggle that took her a few seconds to try and control. Her brain was trying to function but right now, the room was not staying still and even looking at people was making her laugh.
To follow Sophie at a new club she had just discovered wasn’t the best decision of Flo’s life, but it wasn’t the worst either. She craved some kind of closeness from someone, and what better place then a building where everyone, boys and girls alike, were just up for anything most of the time. And one shot from time to time wouldn’t kill her either, just maybe make her hangover ten times worst because of her medication. Except one shot turned into four and two Sex on the Beach, and she was back where she belonged, up on the bar, dancing her heart out to the crowd’s amusement, trying very very hard not to fall over -which proved a bit difficult-.
It’s been a while since she had that much fun, felt that free. Anything was possible tonight, she wasn’t holding back. Florence was done with all that shit. They do say that ‘you only live once’ don’t they? From her perch, the tall singer tried to look around for her friend who vanished a while ago in the crowd, but instead found another familiar face. “NAAAAAAAAT!!!” She wailed at the top of her newly restored lungs, scrambling down the bar, almost knocking herself out on the counter in the process but finally managing to make it out in one piece. Already naturally grabby, the redhead turned completely touchaholic when drunk. She rushed to the other young woman and flung her arms around her neck, peppering her face with kisses. “I’m danciiiing! And looking for someone to snog… you look pretty!”
Yes, thank you, I haven’t snog anyone in a while too.
Really? Nah I don’t believe that! Pretty face like that, you must get a few panties thrown at you and all.
That is a good mantra to know. I never drink Tequila now, got way to drunk off of it, one too many times. Hahah, Fir is very beautiful, but not on the inside of your house haha. Well thats good then! At least you didn’t have to move and could stay within the comfort of your home!!
I loved Tequila. It was my weapon of choice. But I haven,t had a drink in… oh well in as long as a snog. So three months now. That’s one way to put it. Thing is, my house is way too big for just me.
I’m always that easy, you’re telling me you didn’t know that already?
I don’t know, I figured a handsome man like you must be taken, even secretly. I snog, but not taken men.
Made my day.
If I knew it was that easy, I’d have offered to snog you earlier.
Yeah Tequila is never a good start haha. A bonfire in your sink, Never heard that one before. Ouch, that would hurt. I’m glad you are okay though, but still. I take it you moved recently then? haha
My mantra is: Tequila equals bruises. Well it looked pretty though! Fire is so beautiful and graceful, and how the blue at the bottom merge into the orange and the red. Fascinating. Well not really. My sister’s ex boyfriend does remodeling and stuff, so he took car of repairing the kitchen, so I moved back in actually.
I’ll snog you Flossy!
Hey, snog me. I’m lovable.
Well come on over here then!
As am I. Oh really? Wow, that is terrible. The burning down the house thing. How did you do that if I may ask? You are just a big kid, I see no problem with that. Unfortunately I’ve been on my own for a while. But I have a boyfriend so I guess i’m not entirely alone, but still.
Funny story really. I was drunk on tequila i think -never a good start- and off my meds -which is also a bad sign- and has the brilliant idea to start a bonfire in my sink using an old dress of my mum’s and books. Then I tried to stop the alarm, fell off and passed out. Fucking great times. But I’m fine now. I mean that was three months ago. That’s the quarter of a year.