Raivh
Old dog
- Joined
- Jul 21, 2011
(My House, My Rules)
God. She closed her eyes and leaned back in her seat. Lifting her glass, she sipped from the straw and swallowed. The blue liquid burned down her throat, but it was a pleasant burn. It was a burn to drown out the noise.
The music in the club was obnoxiously loud tonight. Each pulsating beat thrummed through Elyse, adding to the throbs already wreaking havoc in her skull. It wasn't alcohol that had given her the headache either. She’d only had one drink, and that sure as hell hadn't affected her yet. With a sigh, she slid a slender finger behind her ear, tucking away a stubborn strand of auburn hair. Too many men were approaching her. She hated how they just sauntered up to her, dropping line after line to try and get in her pants. It was pathetic, really. It didn't matter how handsome a man looked, what he said, or how large the bulge was at the front of his pants, he didn't stand a chance.
“Hey baby, can I get you another drink?” Round two was calling.
Elyse opened one green eye and stared up at the gentleman who already had a drink in his hand. “If I say yes, will you fuck off?” She didn't like the way the man’s lips curled in response to her question. Predictable and stupid; all men were the same.
“I’d rather fuck you,” he said, sliding in beside her.
He placed the drink on the table, but Elyse didn't touch it. Instead, she slid to the opposite side of the cushioned bench, around the table, and stood up. There wasn't any point telling him that she wasn't interested. If he was smart, he’d read the signals she was sending him as she walked away to buy herself another drink. She wanted cranberry vodka, something that the bartender couldn't fuck up like he’d fucked up her last drink. It would be just enough to start a buzz.
When she reached the counter, she ordered her drink, and then turned to stare at the dance floor. There were a lot of women out there. She watched a group of young women dancing, rubbing and grinding against one another. Heat flooded her body. She needed to get laid. There were a lot of men too. The heat left her body, and her expression changed to disinterest. She needed to get laid, but this wasn't exactly a place to pick up her “type.”
God. She closed her eyes and leaned back in her seat. Lifting her glass, she sipped from the straw and swallowed. The blue liquid burned down her throat, but it was a pleasant burn. It was a burn to drown out the noise.
The music in the club was obnoxiously loud tonight. Each pulsating beat thrummed through Elyse, adding to the throbs already wreaking havoc in her skull. It wasn't alcohol that had given her the headache either. She’d only had one drink, and that sure as hell hadn't affected her yet. With a sigh, she slid a slender finger behind her ear, tucking away a stubborn strand of auburn hair. Too many men were approaching her. She hated how they just sauntered up to her, dropping line after line to try and get in her pants. It was pathetic, really. It didn't matter how handsome a man looked, what he said, or how large the bulge was at the front of his pants, he didn't stand a chance.
“Hey baby, can I get you another drink?” Round two was calling.
Elyse opened one green eye and stared up at the gentleman who already had a drink in his hand. “If I say yes, will you fuck off?” She didn't like the way the man’s lips curled in response to her question. Predictable and stupid; all men were the same.
“I’d rather fuck you,” he said, sliding in beside her.
He placed the drink on the table, but Elyse didn't touch it. Instead, she slid to the opposite side of the cushioned bench, around the table, and stood up. There wasn't any point telling him that she wasn't interested. If he was smart, he’d read the signals she was sending him as she walked away to buy herself another drink. She wanted cranberry vodka, something that the bartender couldn't fuck up like he’d fucked up her last drink. It would be just enough to start a buzz.
When she reached the counter, she ordered her drink, and then turned to stare at the dance floor. There were a lot of women out there. She watched a group of young women dancing, rubbing and grinding against one another. Heat flooded her body. She needed to get laid. There were a lot of men too. The heat left her body, and her expression changed to disinterest. She needed to get laid, but this wasn't exactly a place to pick up her “type.”